The boy I met in lockdown,
He’s oh-so-gentle to be around.
He’s a free-man,
Who’s mind has a lot going on.
He guzzles-up beer,
As there’s no fear.
He’s fond of whiskey,
To handle it if it gets risky.
He’s still a mumma’s boy though,
But if said so - he reacts like ‘Duh’.
He’s a good observer,
And a dedicated business owner.
He has a wit, a charm,
That blew my mind just in the matter of an hour.
He doesn’t really knows himself well,
But shows-up like the most confident man.
He pulls back when things get serious,
Ceasing each moment spend in tenderness.
He values friendship and is a free-giver,
He doesn’t really appreciates dullness & is attracted to dapper.
He met a girl in lockdown too,
Who is smart & quick-witted boo.
She failed to drizzle her actual charm,
All in the fear of again being judged by all.
And now she didn’t click him,
And it ended without any further aim.
The boy I met in lockdown,
Will always be the Studboy who is still too good to give up on.
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