I guess I shouldn't be
surprised.
In the
beginning, the women are
attracted to the light,
the writing.
But after a while,
they hate it.
They get jealous;
as if I had another
lover.
I suppose I do.
And when I'm in my stride
I don't give them the
attention that they crave and
desire.
When the words and
lines are flowing
the women seem so needy
so greedy.
I guess it's not fair that
I devote my heart to
writing--but truth be told,
they knew what they
were getting
themselves into.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Not another one .. I don't mean your latest book (congratulations on that score) ..
I mean on yet another self disclosive admission that as someone who writes, there can be hardships and drawbacks that might not always be obvious to those who just listen or read .. Neville
Yes. Thanks for the read and comment.
Women ya can't live with them and ya can't live without them.I choose poetry everytime.A deep poem of self reflection.Enjoyed
Yes. Thanks, David.
Oh to be a woman
One minute all sweetness
The next, a fiendess!
What are us guys to do?
Perhaps they are unintentionally training me and you
To not bite the apple
And stay true
To ourselves?
perhaps. Thanks for reading.
lol 🤣 stick to keeping cats Bukowski feels the same when a woman walks in the door, he told me. Love this, the audacity of any woman who wants you for herself 🌹
Lol. Thank you, sweet Teddy.
Another one? I've had 49587363905 I think! Have I? lol.
One said somewhere: What is it impossible for men to know? A woman's mind! lol.
Lol. Thank you.
Disclaimers not withstanding, I believe the eagle of the person allows them to ignore and think they are exact, but they fallback is a turn around and blame you for the unfair rules so no wins situation. I think that women are like hurricanes they arrive wet and wild and when they leave, they take your house and home.
Lol. Thanks, Bobby O for the read and comment.
Ha, you do know that this works in reverse dont’cha. Many is the time I have been chastised for my love of writing instead of paying attention to him indoors. Much enjoyed Thomas.
Oh yes, I imagine so. I appreciate you.
Acceptance not change, not easy.
So true. Thanks.
Many of the things that come into our lives Thomas can take that life over.
Andy
Very true. Thank you for reading.
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