He was handsome
He was smart
The way he could pick things apart
He was kind
He was sweet
The kind you want your parents to meet
He had gumption
He had pride
The way he could make you beam inside
He was perfection
He was joy
He was the perfect boy
He could make you swoon
Make you sigh
Make you give it up to him inside
Make you love
Make you blind
To how deep he was getting in your mind
Then without a second glance
He’d take away the chance
That you thought you’d had
He had taken what he wanted from you
You had been a simply toy.
And you had never seen his ploy
After all, he was the perfect boy.