WHAT DO YOU REALLY KNOW ABOUT "MEN"

You think you know them, really...you do? Or so you tell yourself, but what do you really know about “MEN”.

Men, a rare species, one that can be trained with the right tools and we have the right tools to tame this mystical creature.

Not only do we have the smarts, but we have talent, wits and our seductive ways.

We have the power, the power of the “BLIP” (can’t really write the word down).

So you see “MEN”, they’re not hard to read.

All we have to do is bat our eyes, swing our legs and watch the rain pour “Oh it’s raining men”

KNOCK...KNOCK

SOFTLY YOU WHISPERED “GOODBYE MY LOVE”

AS I LAY THERE

THE TEARS OVER WHELMING

AND THERE I STOOD

MOTIONLESS

THE WARMTH OF YOUR BREATH

REMAIN FOR A SPLIT SECOND

AS YOU WALKED AWAY

MY HEART LEFT WITH YOU THAT DAY

LORD KNOWS THAT I HAVE TRIED

MANY TIMES I DID AND ALMOST SUCCEED

BUT YOU WHERE THERE

HIDDEN IN THE SHADOWS OF MY HEART

I COULDN’T LET GO AND ALTHOUGH

MY MIND WANTED AND NEEDED SOMETHING MORE

WHAT WAS LEFT OF MY HEART REFUSED TO ACCEPT THE FACTS?

YOU NO LONGER EXIST.

MAYBE ONE DAY

WHO KNOWS

LOVE WILL KNOCK AND I WILL OPEN THE ENTRANCE

ALL THE WAY,

BUT UNTIL THAT DAY

KNOCK…KNOCK

IS THERE SOMEONE AT MY DOOR?

PLAYED

It's not easy hating someone,

especially

someone you love beyond the depth of your soul,

and

so it all begins.

Your head

spinning in circles

the headaches

that won’t vanish,

the heart

aching,

and

the blur visions

of what really doesn't exist.

If you

make sense

of

the reality of things,

then you will see clearly,

you my dear

were played.

Words that were said,

gone

with the wind

and

the side of the bed

he once occupied,

empty.

Confusion

another factor

of

weakness

and

weakness

is only for fools,

are you a fool

or are you a

Goddess.