The other bodyless women and me talk We were DOA before anything begun Our bodies, tying us down Our bodies, the key to being unbound
It hurts so much to see both sides not just mine to see him hurt at my closed gates the frustration, pain he gets You could have his world in your hands the tension's heavy you could cut with a knife But love sometimes is not enough not enough to defy life's tough
And my pain, too. Another man I'll lose. His desire runs Deep as deep as my anguish The waters roar I am on I feel the tickling of love the love below but the wound doesn't heal so far
I got obsessed with *** so it got erased The bodyless women we are A bodyless woman I am I've been on an exile from my own self.
The bodyless women - take my hand Heal our minds - our body will follow The bodyless women - being a spirit can be hurtful
Poem about vaginismus. My own perspective, of course.