Oh Boy!

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You wear your favorite leather jacket

As dark as your heart

As warm as you hug me from the back

You speak words as cold as ice

Your eyes as sharp as a knife

Do I deserve your coldness?


The smell of cigarettes

It suffocates me

 I told you to stop but my words are weak

And sometimes the smell of your manly cologne

You wreak of drinking black label

It shows your cuteness when you're drunk


You lurk in those silhouette

And having me as your prey

You desire a young girl

A weakling; they say

But only one night

How absurd for my feelings

I let you use me


You told me your fucking lies

To trick me and beg me to stay

And then like a coward

You run away from me.


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