The longer I go without a woman,

The more suicidal I become,

To think I could have everyone,

And yet be rule to succumb…

As if stuck under an umbrella,

A corpse stuck with no rain,

A tear for every coin that falls,

And an empty bottle for the change…

To long and to be empty,

A sin without a clue,

To long for a woman I long for,

For that chaos is to ensue…

To snare the nerve that captures the ting,

Grace felt within a simple goosebump,

To think A woman could cure my brain,

And yet leave wont a for a good hump…

I think I’m suicidal without a woman,

I think I’ve been single enough,

To say I am detached to love,

Is simply not enough…

And yet a simple hug would do…