The Male Species.

december 1, 2009.

it’s species, right?
not feces...(haha)

it amazes me how it happens every time
and as if it couldn’t get worse it's when we’re at our prime.
Things seem perfectly fine
when your heart is finally mine
well at least it seems that way
until you call me at the end of the day.
“it’s not you, it’s me” said The Male Species. jerk.
“you’re right, it is you” i wanted to say when he didn’t wanna make it work.
i just have one question...
do all Male Species really cause so much frustration?
i’d like to say it’s so
but truly i can’t say that i know.
Because at the end of the phone line
that Male Species was simply not mine.
God created The Male Species and He said it was good.
i can’t wait till he gives me mine,
the One that will love me the way he should.
Until that day, i’ll probably complain a couple more times
because the Male Species ...
Well, they are known for their CRIMES.