Gabriel Gauci Maistre

(Pieta, Malta)

Guys


Guys
I'm talking about real guys
Those who will listen to all your problems
Those who will always take care of you
Those who will always love you

Guys
I'm not talking about fake guys
Those who will mistreat you
Those who will always take advantage of you
Those who will always hurt you

Real guys are always left hanging
On one of those wardrobes
That many women have
Left there for years to come
Until the fun stops
And it's time to settle in

It's only then
That real guys are taken out of the wardrobe
Cleaned from the dust, and used for good
While the rest remain waiting
Patiently...
Until fashion takes a change
And they finally get noticed

Submitted: Wednesday, April 04, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, April 04, 2012
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