its like my fridge that gets filled in... and out,
its like the sink wth and without dishes,
like my full and empty stomach,
my monotonous trash bin,
alls tiring sometimes.
but thats life.
its like when i gave u my luv,
when i gave, it was fully.
im empty now.
but soon my heart is filled with the luv to the wrld again
and ill share it wth other men
somehow if that repeats i grow tired of it and yet not.
feels like a fountain, the luv
fools by pourin but its filled wth the same element that it gvs
it has no other nature, no other choice
feels like neother matter in the physical wrld
that nothing ends
it only changes.
energies in constant groove
i am full of them
discovered me
i am the fountain
i am a woman!

THE STRIVE

My Man needs No Daggers encarved Wth. Enchanted dragons On Top.
My Man needs No Swords nor Weapons 2 battle.
He Fights wth. His Broad bear palms,
Hnds Of goodness.
I Gv. him The Luv,
Its The luv He Sharpens his Heart Wth. afresh 4 the next lethal round.
Dnt. Offer me Souvenirs Of Morroccan daggers my kind friend!
My Luver goes 2 war unarmed
And I trust In His return,
I Trust in His Armless wrestle
And I respect His Manner if death,
4 i follow his reckless path 2wards goodness, alike!