The Dream Boy
Once I had seen him I had fallen.
His eyes shine in the light.
He is a thief that my heart is what he stolen.
His voice makes my spirit bright.
The songs he sings reminds me of myself.
His lyrics are the ones that bring me joy.
I just want to keep him to myself.
He is a one of a kind boy.
His beauty is what makes my heart race.
He is part of a band.
I run but it seems he never goes for the chase.
He has so many fans.
Its all to good to be true that we can be.
Zayn Malik is all I dream.
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