he doesn’t know he’s so lucky
to hold her it’s true
he can’t understand her
not the way that I do
he finds ways to degrade her
to rein in her sweet smile
strips confidence blindly
he thinks it’s his style
he don’t see she’s a treasure
that I’d cherish for life
he thinks he can train her
to be just an obedient wife
he don’t hear her teardrops
as she asks me what’s wrong
he don’t hear her voice quiver
she’s no longer that strong
someday though he’ll wise up
when it’s already too late
he’ll find an imprinted pillow
overflowing love turned to hate
Love, Taylor
Love, B&R
This certainly touched raw nerves. I wonder just how many men have such a low self esteem, that in process they have to manipulate, exert power, and totally denigrate a woman, just so that they can feel "Manly" about it! Most do wise up a little to late finding that imprinted pillow with overflowing love turned to hate... or pity, which is worse! A superb write Felix, certainly all the emotions and anguish are penned. Thank you for sharing this touching poem.
Warm hugs
Elga
Let's hold on to love
Thanks for sharing this touching write
love and peace
Ch'erie
Love and pease,
Susan
Very powerful and stimulating poem..
I agree with Panda below completely..
Peter
Susan
Yes he will be the loser at the end....sighhhhhhh Oh my nevermind!!
Hope this is not your daughter...but rather just ,me!!
Love Tinka