My self is
Foreign to me now
How I wish that I
Might find the woman who
Lives inside my body
She told me a story once
About a man
I can believe her if I choose
She said
Someday you will be happy, I promise
And he said
I love you
My self is
Foreign to me now
How I wish that I
Might find the woman who
Lives inside my body
She told me a story once
About a man
I can believe her if I choose
She said
Someday you will be happy, I promise
And he said
I love you
Relating, from the other side of the gender gap.
I was told “an other” would complete me
Didn’t
Why
Because you were never incomplete to begin with?
P.S. “He” isn’t always a man…nor is “she” for that matter. 😉