I wanted to write lovable words in golden ink BUT
Nauseating lies of a dreadlocked woman pilfer time
They swathe themselves around your guiltless knowing
They Seduce, They Woo, They Entice, They Spellbind
Sometimes women try to be deep and get muddled in meaningless depth
Like learned women who yearn for eternal devotion
Capture their smiles in black and white and bottle their scent
Tell them that is Fidelity; Give it to them in a written volume
Revelations of a single heart fallen for the hope of dreams
She died before possibilities were real
A world many have become accustomed to
She calls it “a comfort zone” where nothing was comfortable for SH!T
I wanted to sip wine at the edge of a hill
Charming the pants off the wind listening to its whining song
Searching for her in drunken bliss
Like the words of men when they try to get into your “purse”
On a table alone you are mine
Dippin’ in another woman’s “salad” is a terrible sin
But on a table alone you are mine
Women are baffled by nonsensical labels
Manly, Femme, in betweens
Butt naked in the arms of truth I tend to wonder, what tag do you place on breasts?
In frameless fortifications she mounted frames
In strength she was weak, LOUD WOMEN
In committed matrimony some of us fail
I would’ve ridden a bicycle in a vineyard
Carried a basket to pick strawberries
Hours become excruciating, wasting life in 8hour prisons
I would’ve married and kissed the sun for a new day BUT
Nauseating lies of a dreadlocked woman pilfer time
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