Woman


It’s a hot, hot, one eight nineteen,
but my mind’s slowly unwound
‘n’ I can see real clear now
where the future can be found.
The cost of love is priceless,
the price of love is pain.
When I’m beggared and I’m paupered,
I know you’d feel the same.


This is the peak pivotal point,
when I can’t paint lies as truth.
The moment when I realise,
the hurt I’ve done to you.
I sit an’ cry, while I write,
think of all the things you’ve done.
That’s why I am plain unworthy,
that’s why you are woman.

©1.8.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

to lick your bad-ass bum.
why I’m man and you woman.


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