She was afraid of men,
She refused to think
About the rumors and sin
of the night.
When she saw a rooster flirt with a hen,
Her heart starts to sink
While unstoppable pain
dominates her brain, not alright.
She is chased by a clown
in her home town,
She gave him a frown
and left him to be alone.
The clown wrote a love song
and tried to come along,
But she placed a chain across her locked door
and had herself fainted on the floor.
A guy who is shy
determines to give his try.
They do distanced walk,
They do telephone talk,
She insists she needs no men’s approaches,
He believes he desires no woman’s touches.
They become best friends
This story ends.
Hello, how are U?
I grew up being taught by family members that
a woman shall have self-respect and never
beg a man for love….
Maybe it is true, maybe not, people are all
different and have various values.
I write this poem with the woman and the man
exhausted in their own perspectives simply for fun!
hope that you enjoy a beautiful Sunday afternoon!
😉 😉 😉
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