The walls around you contain
all your bad boy pain
stolen by a kiss
she wont complain.
Her hands hold
the world
of desire;
yours
love.
The harlot is cold
to your touch
dead
to your heart.
She made sure to warn you
before you felt it.
She wont be around to catch you
or wipe your tears.
All your bad boy pain is your own
let her go before she gives you more than you can handle
or she'll have to break another heart with a desirous moan.
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