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Men Aren’t All the Same
I’m obsessed with your curves
call me the luckiest man on earth
but that isn’t why I love you
it’s when you lay your head on my chest
late night while we’re in bed
I promise, cross my heart & hope to die
I’ll never leave your side
so let them say
whatever they want to say
I say it isn’t their business anyway
tell your mom, tell all your friends
men aren’t all the same
babe, just take my hand
we’ll drive across this mystic land
leaving behind only a note
saying don’t bother finding us
we can hit up every motel room
move your tongue across my tattoos
go ahead and taste the sweat
because we are free to be
whatever we want to be
so let them say
whatever they want to say
I say it isn’t their business anyway
I’ll tell my dad, tell all my friends
women aren’t all the same
and when the years pass
I’ll still drown in your loving eyes
we can look up at the stars
pick a place for the both of us
I still believe in being a gentleman
holding the door open
helping out with chores
give you gifts just because
I’ll do it without a single thought
and any jealous fucker can leave
I’m only here for you, anyway
call me the luckiest man on earth
but that isn’t why I love you
it’s when you lay your head on my chest
late night while we’re in bed
I promise, cross my heart & hope to die
I’ll never leave your side
so let them say
whatever they want to say
I say it isn’t their business anyway
tell your mom, tell all your friends
men aren’t all the same
babe, just take my hand
we’ll drive across this mystic land
leaving behind only a note
saying don’t bother finding us
we can hit up every motel room
move your tongue across my tattoos
go ahead and taste the sweat
because we are free to be
whatever we want to be
so let them say
whatever they want to say
I say it isn’t their business anyway
I’ll tell my dad, tell all my friends
women aren’t all the same
and when the years pass
I’ll still drown in your loving eyes
we can look up at the stars
pick a place for the both of us
I still believe in being a gentleman
holding the door open
helping out with chores
give you gifts just because
I’ll do it without a single thought
and any jealous fucker can leave
I’m only here for you, anyway
Published 6th Jan 2022
Author's Note
Edit of a older poem of mine.
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6th Jan 2022 11:51am
7th Jan 2022 4:38pm
Indeed, no we are not. I felt this and know why Noire Rose adored your poetry.
Greatly appreciated.
Greatly appreciated.
10th Jan 2022 7:46am
I find myself in a interesting spot here. Logically I know that all men aren't the same, yet I've only been involved with the same kind. So, it's a tough place to really break that train of thought, but logic prevails until I'm failed or hear some "I told you so". Some where sheep and I was fooled completely or on some level; others were full on obvious. Of course I can compare myself to another woman and know our difference in personality and values. Your carefree and effortless nature is refreshing and I root for you and your lady to shut those nay-sayers up.
7th Mar 2022 7:33am
