Not The One I Want

He is sweet, kind and nice
the exact opposite of ice
but not the one I really want
he isn't the one that tends to haunt

He isn't the one I always dream about
not the one who makes me want to scream and shout
I had thought my self over him so many times
but he always comes back and repents for his crimes

thoughts of him are like a lead feather
it never blows away in the weather
I fell in love once and never stood up
he is a beautifully poisoned cup

that you know is poisoned but drink anyway
he is in my blood and has infected my soul to this very day
I should love the sweet boy but I don't
my heart is so far gone in love that it won't

so I wait for the day his wild heart might chose to stay
but if he doesn't I don't think this love will ever go away
I wait for what will eventually come to a head
that my choices might land me in the devil's very own bed