Wishful Thinking

The good boy’s sweet to me,
He’s innocent and kind.
The good boy favors me,
But he’s not on my mind.

The bad boy looks at me,
A gaze that traps me under his spell.
With sharp piercing eyes boring into me,
That take me straight down to hell.

The good boy’s perfect in every way,
But the bad boy knows how to sweep me away.
If only one of them would change a little some day,
Then fall for him, I just may.
And with him, I could just stay.

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