Baby I am not a toy,
So please, don't you dare make a ploy.
Yes, I know you're a badboy,
But don't you want to be my baby boy?
If you want to play a game,
Spare me baby, we're not the same.
I'm aware about your fame,
As much as I know your so called hearts game.
Last, one twenty-two nineteen(01/22/19),
The day I feel being real teen.
Too sudden and unforseen,
That moment makes me wish for time machine.
Baby I'll give you my trust,
Don't let it vanish like some dust.
Even I have to adjust
Just please don't stain it with some rust.
Oh boy! You're the one I dream,
But I'm afraid it's just your scheme.
I admire you to the extreme,
Like seeing you makes me crazy and scream.
01-23-19
This poem is for my Badboy. And only few knows I admire him 😉
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