Pull me,
push me,
mould me into just
what you want.
You know I do anything
for you.
Only you.
Bend me,
shape me,
into the woman
you desire,
giving me my will,
taking away my freedoms.
Hold my hands,
tell me you love me.
Mean it.
And take all I have
to give.
Because I love you.














Comments
I mean...couldn't you, in more cases that realized, change the word "woman" to "man" and the poem be just as true?
this is one to think about
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De temps en temps,
Le Bon Dieu rit a me voir
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"Where the spirit does not work with the hand, there is no art." ~ Leonardo Da Vinci
Don't judge me by my art...oh, wait, yeah...my art is my soul...hmm...sorry if I scare you! ~me!
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