a child plays with there toys carefully.
a man-child, you, play with me carelessly.
yet, you dont care, nothing matters to you.
the factor of a mans life i wont ever grasp the terms of.
then again, im a women, everything matters to me.
sometimes i feel so angry that you don't care, sometimes i feel insanely sad.
mostly im just mad, mad at you and this male world.
you can't help yourself, your just your mothers baby boy and your dads reincarnation.
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YOU ARE READING
every inch of his manhood
Poetrymen aren't real there just pictures in our minds and the colours on paintings