Bad Boy

by Beautiful Chaos   Jul 28, 2008


Velvet lips
Honey skin
Inciting fire
Rousing sin

Fear and danger
Taking hold
Closing mind
Logic sold

Dirty deeds
Angry ways
Perilous nights
Lounging days

Nothing ventured
Nothing gained
Soul is slipping
Conscience stained

Bod boy dreams
Nightmares found
Nothing left
Just empty sound

Touch of time
Grace of age
Left behind
This futile stage

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  • 15 years ago

    by Inside the Liar

    Sometimes a girl needs a bad boy. I liked this one. It was beautiful in its simplicity, although I'm not really sure if I entirely grasped what you were trying to say. 5/5

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