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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The Hidden Poet
PoetryA compilation of self made poetry that came out from my head during tough times, boredom and specially in time that I'm in love with someone else.
