The man behind every woman…

I donno how many people like me there is…or how many who could even understand my thinking…


There he is thinking of how to care of her…
Ever since when he saw the broken pieces of her…
Crying painfully as though no one would care…
Sank his heart deep in despair...

He thought and thought in his lair…
Trying to find a way to her care…
And then he stumble a chance to pick the pieces…
Finally able to be there for her…
He took the chance and made his plan…
But she shrugs him off saying it wasn’t man…
It broke his heart…right deep in the end…

Wishing that she could understand…
Using this poem is all he could comprehend…
She messages him “ sorrie…I love you “
He had the feeling to cry…
But held back hard deep inside…
Because he knows he loves her deeper than ever…
That being in front or behind her doesn’t really matter….


We seem to always have different thoughts….
But luckily we never fought…
Communication is what I always say…
But it has seldom worked our way…
Never the less…we’ll keep trying anyway…

ps : pls don say sorry anymore...cause it'll hurt me even more...