Bad boys

Slip sliding through

quiet as ice,  you

 

climb inside wanting::

 

minutes turn to hours

years pass, you’re

 

slip sliding through

broken bottle hearts

 

brittle nights, dead

flowers at dawn.

 

Bad boys always lie

never change,

 

never change:

 

who do we become?

Left with your

 

silence.

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