I Am

Well to quote ABBA

 “I’m nothing special, 

in fact I’m a bit of a bore”

You may think I’m good looking, 

You may think I’m hot

You may even think I am kind of man

You would like to date a lot

But then these are just “may”

And in reality your head says “nay”

Means I end up broken hearted a lot

I am the kind of guy 

Who’s very domesticated 

Who doesn’t drink 

Who doesn’t smoke

Who feels uncomfortable at parties

Who would rather sit in a corner

And watch others dance 

And mind it I can dance

A regular Sandra Dee

But I rather be sober and at home

Than at any party where I feel all alone

Even in a room full of people

I rather go to bed and get up at early morn

Right before the crack of dawn 

Than stay up at night and party

Like a hopeless soul

I am the kind of guy 

You would make love to in your head

You would text and flirt

And exchange explicit thoughts

Of what you would want to do 

together in bed

But when you get there

Leaves cold and unsatisfied

Causing you to let the relationship die

And leaving him wondering why

What he did wrong 

Leaving him shattered and torn

I am the kind of guy 

You would rather take home

To meet your parents

Than rather fall in love and date

Cause all though I am caring and loving

 And generous and kind

I may come across vanilla 

Not your typical kind

Who would attract you

Who would draw you 

Like a moth to the flame

I am not that kind of guy you would love in vain

I am the kind of guy

Who loves in the old fashioned way

Who’s not yet modern in his romantic ways

Who will be there for you 

When you need him

And will continue to be there for you

Even when you friend zone him

I am a kind of guy 

Who you could depend on

Who will always be there for you

Even if you lead him on

The guy who finds it difficult 

To read the signs

Who’s often left heartbroken 

Bruised and with scars 

But will still stay positive 

But will stay optimistic 

Inspite of the heartaches and pain

I am the kind of guy

Who rather be hurt than to hurt

Who’s rather feel anxious 

But refuse to loose hope

Who tries to see the good in everyone

And listen to everyone 

As they tell him what to do

Even though he knows

That they seriously don’t know him

Well and through 

Who tries to encourage, motivate

Be there for those who need him

But when he needs the support

Will find himself lonely and alone

Left to pick the pieces of life

All on his own

I am the kind of guy

Who will love with all his heart

Who will give all he’s got

Who will keep hoping and waiting

Who will keep anticipating 

Who constantly overthinks

Till he becomes an emotional wreck

But I am also the kind of guy

Who will never give up 

Who will pick his broken pieces

And try to heal and mend

Who refuses to stay bitter and complain 

And continue to hope

That one he will find the one 

That he truly deserves