Bottled Up Thoughts

  The girl who loves you admires roses a little more than your morning face. The girl who loves you, shoots questions bluntly, about triggers, trips and trees; to your friend lists and favourite sweets.  She adores the way you spark a smile, soon after you see her.   The girl who loves you, adorns a puppy face, -all cutesy, to get you sing a song; or skip a sour pill or two when sick. This girl sing songs, writes poetry, and asks too many questions bluntly, when she misses you the most.   Her love for you, is daunting, yet comforting; like the added layer of chocolate chips on Vanilla ice-cream; Like the first sip of coffee on a lazy morning. You for her, feel like home, all warm and cozy. You for her, is someone worthy of all good things of the universe.                                    ...

From hiding their pain behind those fierce faces, to secretly crying on the pillows 'Cause tears were meant for the weak, For the women. From standing taller all day long To silently wishing  for a shoulder to rest on after work, 'Cause they're asked to be  A man. Heavy hairy chests as they adore While they wither in the insides. Craving for the sweetest chocolates  To fearing of their worst insecurities, They do it all For none to be known. Hiding the cutest child within, As you hold on for a little longer they'll unveil it all. They say, Men will be men. Three letters. And so much to justify. Long as i think, To be a man is overrated For they could just walk along and not ahead of one.                                                              ...