Girls Get Horny Too

I want to go back to the beginning.
Start over. Leave behind these days,
all the shadows I grew into
without noticing.

If I could see the paths ahead,
I’d change every choice.
Every word I swallowed,
every sweetness I walked past–
I’d stop and taste it.

I’d laugh louder.
Sing every tune whether I knew the words or not.
Savor the bitter coffee.
Greet every stranger
like they might be the last face I see.

I’d learn sooner
that words weigh more than coins,
that a touch can mend what talk can’t,
that lies cut deeper than any blade
because you don’t see them coming.

Time marches on.
Sun rises, sets, rises again,
each day spinning faster than the last.
The mountains don’t care.
They watch the clouds roll in,
kiss the rain,
and whisper the same truth
they’ve been whispering forever:
no victory is complete.

Every second pulls at my soul.
Lost days, fleeting tomorrows,
truths and lies tearing me apart
while I cry out to the mountains
and the endless sea–
why has time deserted me?
Tell me what you see.

Through sleepless nights
and endless dawns,
our dreams reflect the lessons
we keep forgetting.

Girls get horny too.