Who knew he was the bad boy
Always the one with the big biceps
That devilish smirk
Those amazing hazel eyes
But he's the bad boy
Everyone trys to protect you from him but really who cares
It's your choice if you want to risk
It's only you and your decision
He's the bad boy
He's done bad things
Things that you were told never to do
Like smoke weed
Or chewing tabaco
But really he's nice to you
They think that he's trying to get sex from you but that's not going to happen never
You were told he's going to hurt you
It's my choice if I want to be hurt
Let him hurt me I'm a big girl
I can fight my own battles
But he is
The bad boy
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My Poems That Kill
PoetryPoems from my heart, brain, imagination. The things people say to me only to use me. I write what my brain says. Most time they are bad or mad, but sometimes they are good and happy.
