Guy of My Dreams

A boy who's tall
A boy who's lanky
A boy who doesn't often get cranky

His smile may be lopsidded
But his heart's made of gold
Down to the core, my very soul he'll hold

With a green tie over a checkered shirt
With Converse hitops and rainbow socks
It's the lack of individuality he mocks

Though people may call him names
He'll brush them off and walk away
Because words are nothing, he'll always say

He'll lace our fingers, take me far
When he whispers in my ear, "it's not or never"
I'm sure that this love will last forever