If masculinity's attractive -
and still socially confined.
Why do your crying eyes,
light my heart a million times?
Your weaknesses I favour,
to cunning hopeless tricks.
Messages once ignored,
and gaslights burning thick.
Call me your precious darling,
tell me your forever heart.
Every peice of you adoring,
even the smallest parts.
Your strength has come in threes
as goods and bads always do.
You have feelings,
You have morals,
You are more of a man,
that's strength too.