Men too scared to stop acting like boys. Thinking we can love away their scars. So we take the lashes of the insecurities they pour on us and lick our wounds in quiet mournings…
"I will awake these coming mornings with my eyes dry and shining full of the knowledge that I’m priceless and worth nothing but honesty…and I will wait for a man to come along, that can give me the truth of how much he can really love me."
p.s. thanks kevin for bringing me back to the these sessions. :)
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