Men
I'm getting tired of men
and their childish ways
if it doesn't shine they
don't want to play
I haven't found a guy yet
to be heavily interested in
my brain. I have to keep
appearances up or they won't
notice me. I feel a little melancholy
because boys will be boys and if I were
to play coy they'd date the flamboyant
girl with the silver pearls. I can't seem
to unearth a real man
there is simply too much sand
and I don't have the patience
to suddenly stumble on something great
why all the illusion? I never seem to reach the
the right conclusion. Men keep sticking
me into little delusions. I'm so sick of
doing all this self soothing.
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