Lock Out Love Looters
Can’t understand why a woman’s heart grows so fickle
It labels a man with clean intentions a bore
Treating a player as though from him a miracle
Would elevate her life to polish her social ore
Into a gem that shines brightly
To elicit her best qualities in advancing her best interests
To the optimal level wisely and judiciously
Although the player she accommodates becomes the Nemesis
Who in the long run pours on her life lower romance quality
Uncertainty, doubt, sorrow as a gregarious genesis
Sucks her sunrise slaying the stability and reliability
The woman reaps from accommodating the sweet talker
With selfish motives, egotistic goals, short term views
Driven to the brink of exploitation in which no bliss broker
Steps forward to empower the woman to gather clues and cues
To modify and rectify her misconceived notion that soft nothings
Uttered with verve and stealth don’t constitute a subterfuge
Meant to hoodwink the naïve approach inherent in fickle feelings
A woman nurtures towards sacrificing her huge
Future for short term complacency
In the context of sophism and masochism
That feeds weeds of trouble and dependency
In which women are losers to sadism and egotism
Until women opt to weigh pros and cons of informed choices
To turn down warm seekers and favour sublime suitors
Whose intentions grant women’s voices
Space and time to exercise their freedom to lock out love looters.
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