These broken pretty boys…..

When  they  hurt  they  laugh…

When  you  love,

they  pull  away.

Expect  no  commitment ,

from  them,  on  any  day.

 

You  will  increase,

as  they  decrease.

You  will  follow  their  trails.

Not caring  that  you’re  walking  on  a  path,

of  rusted  nails.

 

They  have  no  intentions  to  hurt  you  so,

because  like  you,

they  put  their  hearts  on  the  line,

long  ago.

 

They  warn  you  so  pleasantly,

that  they are  not  the  one….

but  there’s  something  about  that  forbidden  fruit,

that  makes  you  not  want  to  run.

 

They  won’t  push you  away,

they  want  you  on  their  ride,

but  keep  love  buried,

let  lust  stride.

 

Every  once  in  a  while,

they’ll  show  you  that  they  care,

but  not  enough  to  keep  your  sweet  heart,

from  massive  despair.

 

When  you  do  hear  the  anguish  of  their  hearts,

you  just  want  to  hold  them,

in  your  arms,

and  let  them  fall  a  part.

 

Let  it  all  out!

Cry  and  stomp  the  ground……

and  when  you’re  all  done,

I  will  be  around.

 

This  is what  we  want,

but  does  it take  place?

Subconsciously….

but  eventually  our  heads,

hang  abased.

 

These broken  pretty  boys  won’t  change,

because  a  good  woman  comes  around,

They  must  first  grow  tired  and  weak,

and  like  us…………

have  their  hearts  hit  the  ground.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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