Bad boy, bad boy
Took the innocence of many
Never learned how to love
So he broke the hearts of plenty
One night at a party
He danced with a slut
But than in walked a girl
With confidence in her strut
He was hooked
She may have looked like heaven
But she kissed like hell
That was it
He was under her spell
But she was gone the next morning
And he would have thought it was
Just one of his dreams
But the scratches on his back
We're reality it seems
-a.j.c
YOU ARE READING
The Bullshit Journal ~ by a.j.c
PoesiaJust another idiotic poem book That will never be anything more And you probably won't read any of this. But if you do. You must have felt pain like this to understand any of it. If not, and you still understand. You're just lying to yourself.
