men are from mars,
women are from venus;
women are from heart
and men are from penis.
i wish we spoke the same language
but we’re so different,
confused by one another like foreign films without subtitles.
if i had my way,
i’d put a sign on every man’s forehead
that would allow me to read his mind.
there would be no secrets…
but perhaps more heartbreak,
being able to see immediately when i’ve made a mistake,
when i’ve given my heart away too fast instead of holding back,
where i’ve said too much instead of keeping my mouth shut.
maybe we’re meant to be different,
polar opposites like
positive and negative
which when joined together
have electric power.
if we were the same, we would repel each other
so we relate like earthlings and martians,
searching desperately for signs of intelligent life,
never giving up because one day all the signs
just might add up.