“ I understand”…
Every month emotions are administered by a woman’s fountain. Bleeding the sentiment averted, replaced by pain. But a woman’s worth sustains me with no craving to change.
Possibilities transcend the limits of insecurities. Leading to eternal affairs prompt by affection.
Insecurities are part of imperfections that I tend to embrace to gain a connection.
The tribulation in their eyes.
Burned by a past of abandonment and strain. Wounds that are memories to a life you’ve overcome. Becoming brave like the wind; the pain now cooler. An experience so conspicuous passiveness is her future.
Because once you were lost then found so soon.
Released like a beautiful butterfly free from its cocoon.
Arresting a woman’s heart is a overwhelming