Today he loves me,
Tomorrow he
fights, but still it takes me, to decide the right.
Today he
argues, the next hour he laughs,
And I wonder
how he changes so fast.
Like a
module his temper is small,
But he would
make sure, he remembers them all.
And
sometimes, someday when I explode,
I don’t know
how he has it all under control.
At eight he
hugs me, at ten he stares,
At twelve he
loves me, at three he glares.
And all I
see when I look at him,
Is the time that changes along with him.
Dear lord..
Did you create him while eating a lime?
Why does his
mind change with time?
He tickles
me at five, he is angry at seven,
Do I know
exactly what’s he angry for then?
I try real
hard to change with him,
It’s not so
easy; it’s like bending a pin.
Now this was the evening show, the night is left,
God get the
time slow!
At eight in
the night he’s calm alright,
At ten he’s
alarmed and sometimes he cries.
I look at
him and think to myself,
Should I talk
to him? Or leave a note on the shelf?
And when I
decide what could be right,
He wipes his
tears and suddenly smiles.
Dear lord..
Did you create him while eating a lime?
Why does his
mind change with time?
But even
though his mind changes with time,
When I need
him he is always my partner in crime.
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