Flames of Fires Fade

What Love Really Is

He calls you his bitch

Well he should call you another B word, beautiful

He shouldn’t hit you

But he should be taking a hit for you

If he wants you for your body

Tell him he has one of his own

If he is going to order you around

Tell him you’re not a drive through window

If he just wants to get you in bed

Tell him that your bed is full

If he wants to look at other women

Tell him a pair of eyes is meant for one woman

Not one woman per eye

He views you like a prize

As if you’re something to be won

Holds you in his possession

Well let me tell you a confession

You’re not something that can be bought

You’re not something that can be won

Like an auction giving you a price

Where the highest bid gets the treasure

Grabbing you like a claw machine

Holding you until it spits you out

So the winner can claim what he rightfully won

But if you say that this is love

Boasting that you have got a man

Then he’s already strapped a collar around your beck

With a tag that has you name