Bad Girl
My parents would kill me,
If I was to fall
For a girl like that...
Not exactly flawed or unclean,
Not really dangerous or mean,
Pretty much straight but tends to lean,
Spending her days watching haze and rolling up the green-
Just...
Maybe if I put the context into which Young souls could digest-
Not romanticized but compromised,
Into words that might just blend together,
To create the abstract art that is her...
My parents would kill me,
If I was to fall
For a girl like that,
A lively soul still
Visible in the darkness that she lives in,
Literal darkness,
Although her hair used to be lighter
Than it,
'An angel from hell' one might say and She'd be proud of it,
She's cold to the touch,
But the way she lights it up,
Gets her warm again,
Smoking drugs and cracking heads,
Doesn't give a fuck about opinions,
An artists eye,
A writers hand,
A beautiful smile,
Promised land,
Jet-black hair,
Chains and fire,
A steady stare,
A live-wire,
She's a beautiful mess...
But
As I've mentioned prior,
Blue eyes and wild rides,
Make me fall
A little harder.
My parents would kill me...
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Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
