On the last bench he used to sit.
The bad boy aura, the perfect bliss.
Before him she was resistant to the male charm,
Flirt, hook up, done no harm.
With him, she couldn’t keep her calm.
So high he made her libido soar,
Was as such a drug, she only wanted more.
The ‘no strings attached’ rule broke loose,
Of all people, falling for the bad boy she chose.
Didn’t want to be one of the bad boy’s flings.
But how could she even stop her heart from falling?
Though all the time trouble they bring,
All the wrong boys say the most right things!
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