Not the type of guy you like
My gait too dull for you
Rustles around my freckled neck
And blushes above my wrinkled face
A stuttering voice can sing no charming songs
But if I say I love you
Be sure I really do
Not your ideal man
Years at gym gave me no six packs
My muscles cannot move mountains
But can carry you when you fall
Not your real man
No mines, no mansion to flaunt
I'm saving for the raining day
All I asked is your broken pieces
I do not mean to start this war
While you wait your perfect man
Watch me as I walk away
© Olatuja Oloyede
Pen Panther
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