1 March 2013
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.
The Perfect • Opuss № I