by viviana | |
Published on: Dec 27, 2003 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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No matter how deep or how strange is his stare, The man is for us like a penalty dare If we are feeling low he can bring us up high If we are feeling up he can bring us back down The fists and the fury The pleasure, the duty The warmth and the hope The lies and the truth He wants us alone; he wants no one to share And we feel this for him, but it never is fair Someone’s always stronger Someone lasts longer Someone’s a liar Someone’s a crier There’s no way to separate the pleasure from the pain Until one day we wake up and decide to treat him bad, Suddenly he's there for us, suddenly he's glad To see us, and puts on a caring head And we are then confused; we've thought of other beds Then he is no longer sexy; we realize his truth He never really knew us He only knew abuse And we learn and start to grow, And our spirits taste the free world And we see again with fresh eyes; The tears cleared out the dirt We suddenly begin to realize we never knew real men, Just disturbed hurting souls who recognized their self And as we heal and regenerate and look for love again Another plane appears, of solid decent males And in this new sweet vista, Softness lines the paths we tread And dreams and loves embraces Replace the memories that bled And where we didn’t feel no more And no longer cared for sex The fire wakes in us once more And let no more be said « return. |