Tried him on for a lil while
Like a random dress, experimenting
my inner child
Strong enough to peel the band aid
and try something new
Questions and questions
wanting to know what's on his mind
It wasn't personal, he was like a child
Felt like a mother, forcing on a soft side
It doesn't breakthrough, the provocations
only serve to salt the left foot wounds
The ones you don't see, don't know
and will never hear of
Forget his ego, it's all he's learnt
Waiting to be carried, gaining emotional and 'I'm right' comfort
Forgetting he needs to nurture
instead of running out to play
If only I'd stop playing around
With somebody too young for me
Grow up, and stop allowing one to be a lady boy
But be a lady and stand by his side
perhaps a judgement but its cool
what I say I know comes back to me
I take that responsibliity
It's like wearing stilletos, what envious shoes
Internally bleeding, tattered, losing inspiration, bound to motherhood
As if the game of life weren't enough
for me to cradle the games you and I love
for game... in hope
of gain..
p.s... I still believe
