Misplaced direction

Misplaced Direction

What brings me to this paper?
What brings me to this pen?
No, it’s not dragons and lions or nor beautiful things,
It’s all the memories and things that torture men in their dreams.

Think about love and beautiful colors,
All mixing so well together.
Think about wishes and completed goals,
And of course, think of all the things that make you complete.

Now think about all the things that bring you happiness and joy,
All the smiles and all the laughs.
Everything that once brought you joy in life,
And every man knows what turned that to pain and agony to where we didn’t care to live.

It was once a beautiful face,
A happy place that turned our hearts to ice and made are blood run cold.
It was a woman some time more than one.
It was all the broken promises and all the fake “I Love You’s”

No magic words no magic in the world could make us whole,
So, we become unbearable so hard to love.
We were once on cloud nine and full of life,
To just get it sucked out of us so quick and cannot recover.

So yes, many men did become heartless,
Where we were once full of life and lots of love to give.
Now we just believe all women want is to hurt and abuse us,

So yes, there are many of us that will turn spiteful and turn out right evil to a woman.
For the fear that all they want to do is hurt us,
They must think men have no feelings and only want sex.
But that for many is not the case, but for some yes!
We want love and affection, but you must prove you are worthy of that to get that.