A vision of Memoir

More than a Man

He is the guy that all the girls always wanted,
his presence is like night's comforting bed.
You can never have dull moments with him,
he has this presence that can suffice the dim.

He never told me he likes me,
but his gestures tells a sweet story.
He always assure me that Im the prettiest.
He never think twice of sending me punch lines-- even if it's the cheesiest or the silliest.

But one day-- gestures were supported with phrases,
He finally pulled strings and add up laces.
"Action speaks louder than words"; an old creed,
but sometimes we also need a words to support our stead.

A confession that was thrown sends shiver down my spine,
I couldn't even utter one single line.
Just like that he closed our book,
coz all this time, he has been writing his story with a different hook.

He asked me "Can we still be friends?"
and I said "Yes, that's fine I guess".
Giving him a little peace,
by letting go our fairytale bliss.

I don't blame him for doing that,
It's all my fault for falling in Cupid's trap.
He once told me-- that for me, he is not the man.
Without him knowing that he is man enough for loving a man.