Sometimes things are easy
Sometimes things are hard
Some things we keep close to us
Others we discard
Sometimes rain smells yummy
Sometimes it smells gross
Often we’re reminded of
The things that we kept close
Some things can’t be spoken
Some things can’t explain
Sometimes we are crying tears
Other times it’s rain
Sometimes we remember
Sometimes we forget
Often times the memories
Don’t make sense quite yet
Some things blend together
Some things stand apart
Why oh why oh why must I
Attend this broken heart
Sometimes things are clever
Sometimes things are trite
Sometimes you are by yourself
In deepest darkest night
Sometimes it’s a horror
Sometimes it’s a shame
Sometimes you might ask yourself
The reason for this pain
Sometimes things are easy
Sometimes things are hard
Some things we hold up in scorn
Some in high regard