The Kind Of Woman I Am
I am a woman. At times even a lady.
And at any time, a willing,passionate, talented partner in bed.
I also like to be held and talked to
During those lonely hours of the night
When i feel so alone in the world, crying into my pillow.
There’s never anyone to hear me or to care.
Maybe i should become the kind of woman men seem to like:
A perfect 38-24-36 and the type
To simper and flirt and act dumb for a man.
But that isn’t who i am, and i will not be that kind of woman.
Or accept the man who wants me that way.
Still, nights like tonight the loneliness is overpowering.
I begin to doubt in the kind of woman i am.
I wonder when, if ever, there will be that man
Who can appreciate me and see into my heart and soul
And realize the loneliness lurking there.
With the need and ability to love someone til we’re old and gray
And who trust in the woman i am
To keep the heart and soul of her man
Safe from harm for all eternity.
