Hands,sanitised of your touch
Body,exhausted from your clutch
Mind,ridden of so much
Self,mobilised with a crutch
Identity,painted by your voice
Dreams,there without a choice
Hobbies,aligned and with poise
Life,hidden by the noise
If this is what means to be boys
I will always need some hoist
Because when a woman is truly loved
A man will rise for all and above
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A poem that distinguishes between sexual desire and love for indeed with love one will raise and do all for sex it is only the moment. Well said
Missed writing and missed your comments,thank you again.
You are most welcome and welcome back
Life,hidden by the noise
If this is what means to be boys
I will always need some hoist
For me that's the heart and soul of the poem.
It’s so sweet that everyone resonates to things so differently.Thank you so much.
Marissa, I’ve seen how voices can linger…how they echo long after the person is gone. The way you frame that struggle…trying to reclaim self from someone else’s imprint…that’s real, and you speak it plainly. Powerful piece, my friend.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Loss can also happen whilst still being together, unfortunately many people experience this and i try my best to frame it,thank you for sharing this comment it really does mean a lot.
For sure! No doubt. Reminds me of the song "Living in Sin" By Bon Jovi. "It is right for both our parents to fight it out most nights and pray for God's forgiveness when they both turn out the lights. Is it right to wear a diamond when your heart is made of stone? You can talk but still say nothing, be together but alone." Indeed. Loss does happen to some whilst still being together. No doubt, Marissa. You have framed it well, my friend. Most welcome.
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