She could be in terrible
Pain
So just go to her
Caught in some really bad way
As you never were
Prone to emotion
No more than provides
What you hide
In repressed,
More effeminate sides
But deprived of your strength
And your take home
Inflation
Of ego
You know
You’re alone
Inclination
Just seeks
Its self-service
Cocoon of eschewing
The over the moon
For you feelings
Exuding
But loses its bluster
Its posture
Its cool
And submits to her
Somehow more powerful
Rule