#unisex
... or, who took the MAN out?
Who took the MAN out of romance?
Who plucked the peacock of quill?
Was it a private performance?
Was it by sheer force of will?
Who took the MAN out of manners?
Did it take magical powers?
Who threw in the nails and spanners?
Perhaps they emulate ours.
Who took the FEM out of feminine?
Was it a trial? A test?
Is it SO cool to be masculine?
Assinine's what we have left!
Do we all need to lose gender?
Do all the answers lie there?
Should we all be as the blenders?
Is that decree really fair?
I'm for the lady. The gentleman.
SORRY. It's been building a while.
I just came to air out the sentiment
I love the ol' fashion styles!
Who took the MAN from romantic?
I'm guessing. It's only a hunch.
It may be the one who's got plastic
And insists upon
BUYING HER LUNCH!
SoulSurvivor
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
Never trust the mirror,
for it only shows what's skin deep.
It doesn't show how your eyes sparkle
when you laugh
or
how your laugh
makes you younger in so many ways.
It does't show the moisture your lips
glisten with
from the anxious biting
nor
does it show the creasing of your brows
in annoyance.
It doesn't show the flutter of your lashes
as you fall asleep
or
the way your hair frames your face
as
you light up the world with a simple
smile.
It doesn't show the posture of you body
as
you walk
or
the look in your eyes
as
you stare at your significant other.
It doesn't show you loving
or
your fleeting glances
of
pure admiration
or
even your look of raw anger.
It doesn't define you.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC