Keep Trekking
Walking past the frozen statues of my mind A boy, a man, and lots more all immature They didn’t know what they wanted But they desired me for a moment or two Lied, tricked, ignored, abandoned, used Seems I’m bereft of any decent males No longer an ingenue and yet the pattern persists No one to woo me, to wine and dine me No flowers, no candy, no gifts, no billet-doux I keep looking though I don’t know why It’s clear I’m cursed for I’m lucky to find a scumbag to see me at all I push on through the … Continue reading Keep Trekking