A man’s love be fickle His eyes do wander oft He’ll sell you for a nickel Just to buy a simple broth
A man’s love be instant Leaves as quick as whence it came Behaves as if an infant Loves and leaves you all the same
A man’s love be finite His passion one day ends He leaves, he’s gone, he’s out of sight No care to make amends
A man’s love be selfish So beware, give love in doses Too much and he’ll turn oafish Give only that which makes him notice.
Recently watched Erica Whyman's (Artistic Director) rendition Romeo & Juliet (RSC; Barbican Centre, London), and the opening act of Romeo's pining for Rosaline reminded me of how quickly the male attention diverts(!) To all the Rosalines, let's not get ourselves caught up in Romeo's games too much. Take caution(!)
why do i crumble fall into pieces of oats and sugar something beautiful in a white bowl, but a mess on the floor when i wake up in an empty house why do i wither like brown leaves under brand new and borrowed boots atop autumn sidewalks when i’m alone, i’m alone, i’m alone it is not enough to eat breakfast however small to wash my hair with coconut milk to not step out into the busy street; i freeze before the ice touches me i do not allow the chance to warm my own hands i lie down, on ***** sheets, and wait for someone anyone anything to awaken me
She was beautiful and so full of life She was as bright as the sun She brought a smile to anyone she met and to anyone that she saw She was brave She was fearless..or was thought to be anyway She was unforgettable until they forgot her She was like a flame until they put her out She was like a lion until the poachers came She was like a wild flower until they picked her She was like a tree.. oh so full of happiness until they cut her happiness down. She was everything until they made her nothing She was kind She was.
I don't know what to say about this one honestly.. What do you think?