Yes, baby, you have made me a man No longer a boy I am a man because of you… For nothing I feel is that of a child's spirit. I have aged In wine and rock With the sweetest of understandings And the most buried of memories. The young wishes of conforming to ideal Of what I should stand for and accomplish Have circled the earth in seasons And spawn off a new species of need… The need to be accepted as is. That need is the head of the tribe And commands all other dreams of mine I am a man, yes, With all the lack of risk Creative maturing permeates. I just want to be found Pleasing with my granite feet And bittersweet tongue. Yes, I am a man And I need a woman now. Not a girl in search of a man, Not someone like you.
Reason for writing:
Girl, you made me grow up, but damn, what is taking you so fucking long!?!?!?!
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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