Sometimes change
Brings out the good
But change can also
Demolish them
Unleashing their bad
It's all a cycle
angst and pain
tears and smears
of mascara running down
Your hot pink cheeks
The girls always fall for the bad
But then the bad break the good
Making them just as broken
Then the broken
Turn the good bad
I wonder if
There'll ever be anyone
In this crime-ridden world
Whole and at peace
- aj
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tainted souls ✎ poetry
Poetrydedicated to the good, the broken and the undeserving a book of my poetry trigger warnings will be placed in chapters if needed - aj
