What's the truth behind the two
They say a man’s ideal woman cooks, cleans, and serves him right,
But is that really enough to keep him home at night?
You give him your love, your body, your trust—
But somehow, it never feels like it’s just enough.
And for a woman, it’s supposed to be the same—
Stay loyal, stay strong, play the love game.
He protects, provides, does what he should,
So why do things still go bad when both mean good?
Truth is—life don’t follow the rules we make,
Even the real ones can bend or break.
You can pour your soul till the cup runs dry,
But someone “better” might still catch their eye.
It’s a gamble—love, lust, pain, and pride,
You either hold on or let it slide.
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win,
But every scar reminds you where you’ve been.
Testing your heart, your will, your trust,
Seeing if “forever” really exist to us.
Those who stay will face temptation’s flame,
And only then will you know the game—
What makes you happy, what’s real, what’s tough,
And deep inside you’ll ask—
Can one be enough?
M