Why can't a boy take interest in
The things I do and say
Without the thought his listening
Will somehow "pave the way"
Why can't a girl give compliments
To boys she does not "like"
How dare her words be used to give
His self-esteem a spike!
Why can't a boy still hold a door
For one who's not his date
Without others assuming that
His love's up for debate
Why can't a girl wear something cute
'Cause she wants to look nice
Without some boy thinking that she'll
Be bought for the right price
And maybe it's a bit naive
To think this can be changed
I'll admit it's rather strange
But I am not deranged—
I just think life would be so great
If we'd all search for friends
The way we search for Eros love—
To the earth's very ends
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
