I don't mind the sun sometimes the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people's eyes
Some will die in hot pursuit and fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain
I've started driving myself nuts thinking about what the inverse of the "women as written by men" problem would look like. Would men poorly-written by women simply be on par with yaoi stereotypes? I can't search for it without running into a myriad of articles of "LOL men can't write women, amirite" when I just want to see the polar opposite of that. Can my 'tism even be satiated?