the womb that makes me a women carries heavier than before i met you
similar to a burden that i can easy fix, yet still pesters me
the day i met you was the day i knew
i knew i needed him more than ever
more than the flowers in my hair
and my over-worn summers dress
a beautiful summers haze
you can't fake that kind of instant spark
the males gaze is different, i learnt it from too young of a age
the more that happens the less it matters, lights dim and the male gaze completes me
without his eyes glance, i wouldn't feel my womb
my womanly emotions wouldn't be intact
he makes me feel like a women
because he's too much of a man.
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man machine
Poetryhe's a man, and he always will be leader of the pride, leather of most motions.
