The perfect boy,
I know him well,
He is my friend,
As you can tell.
His skin is colored caramel,
His hair is a soft black,
He's not the kinda boy you try on,
Then hang back on a rack.
He is funny and very nice,
And he's truly quite witty,
But he's falling for me,
And that fact is really a pity.
Because I never get attached,
To someone I could lose,
Or if any guy for that matter,
Wants to be my 'bf' I would refuse.
If you find it odd,
That fact about me,
Then you can see a wreck,
When there's one to see.
But this perfect boy I know,
What on earth shall I do,
If he asks me to be his girl,
I don't want his heart broken in two.
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