THE BROKEN BUTTERFLY JOURNALS # 12

Why do men feel like they are free to do as they please while they imprison the women they claim to love? Is love a prison with steel bars and glass doors
That shatter every time we say no more?
What is all this? 
Unbalanced scales is what you practice.
You don't answer all night and you're sorry. 
I don't answer for half an hour and I'm guilty as sin.
Got me running around to please him
But what about me
Are you too blind to see
I am a person too boo
With feelings just like you
But still I wonder
Did you study the desire that brought you under
Guess whats true for you
Is true for me too
Love looses it's luster on selfish street
Maybe we should watch what we eat
Lies and deceit
killing the rose that grows
from the concrete.

LET... LOVE... LAST... LONGER

#EWAY