Like 6 digits on the odometre, makes the car a better one.
Isnt that the greatest revolution of all, For something to be good and then more good?
What if we follow this concept with women?
The times she has opened her legs , For different men ,
So as to impose her scars .
For being brave enough
For being stupid enough.
For reliving the pain and the breathes and fragrances again and again.
Then wondering in the back of her head if they all smell the same?
Its one of those nights, when she is solitary with herself ,
Curled within her , within her.
Only the thoughts ponder with her.
Regretting the bad decisions
For being timid enough , To let them all in;
She doesnt know though,
She has been macho enough ,
To spread her parts ,
To be able to give it all.
To be able to move out in the snow , Knowing she owned the fire place.
Some woman are petrified enough to sit in the warmth forever , without knowing the weather outside the walls , the world i mean.
She has been resourceful enough ,
She has spread joy enough.
She has been joyful enough.
She has given more than enough though.