Roses are red

Yesterday night I took apart my calendar that has pictures of Roses and placed them up on the walls of my bedroom. They're so pretty. I just love roses.

I laid down on my bed to observe my decorations. I started thinking of her again. My mind keeps on thinking of her. I thought about the past, I imagined myself in her room, hugging and holding her again. Everytime I look at her I want to kiss her soft lips and just hug her. I haven't hugged her since I got back yet. We use to hug everyday even when we weren't together. There's no more affections in our relationship.

On the other side of my mind. I don't want to ruin anything. I don't want confrontations or anything that would complicate my life further.

I wonder if she thinks about me.

I'm mad that I'm still so hooked onto her. I need to grow up, I need to let go. Fuckin just let go.

I found this somewhere but I forgot where so I feel bad that I can't give the author credit. If you do know where I found it please let me know. It's a great poem though, makes me feel the women in me.


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.