So men know better

Women love to be mistreated

Love to argue until the subject is heated

That what men would love to state

Is it fact

Or just the knowledge that men seem to lack

I'm a man but yet I know that every man isn't like me

So why do we classify women into one category

And to treat them right is unlikely

Is it because men are to physical

Souls are dampened and blur

Is it because men aren't men anymore

See no reason to love, so they become the cur

Would it be better, to be blind

Treat women wrong and corrupt my mind

Or play with them

And cherish them

Show a queen to her throne

Only to be left out in a friend zone

You see a queen needs a king not a peasant or a boyfriend

A man that will treat her right, but can't be afraid to take the whirlwind

Stop thinking of self and learn to put her and him on your world

And listen to the love that the past has told

Or be left in the dark

With yourself in the cold