Growing to manhood is a slippery ***** Of razor blades and bones that grow. ****** screen shots of angel wings, Red carpet slits, eye popping lips, Miss Pageants and tutus on skates. Britney shaking, Jennifer quaking, No Old Spice to take young spice's place. The X comes before the Y, Yet Toxicity is the hue and cry. I'm a man in a mixed-up world, But girls still like boys, And boys adore girls
I don't dismiss sexism, but the daily ****** and jab at males being a "toxic ***" will impact us in ways we don't see yet.
Convincing my lips to Speak like a widow who lost her husband in a terrible accident .
“It’s like burning everything around us to keep the cold at bay. To keep the warmth in our tones , to keep that comfort between us there. To prove that what he had was more than a feeling. But I didn’t know that the smoke that came from those flames would slowly be the death of us.”
“It’s like we were fighting for our lives while in a car that’s flipped 50 times. Who could’ve known this would happen. All we could do is watch it unfold.”
“And I know that I should forgive him but ... he stopped fighting first. I know the circumstances were against us but I just don’t know what to do with this sudden end.
He should have stayed even just a little longer . Why wasn’t the love that we had stronger ?