You think you're the shit
But you're so full of it
Bad news for you big boy
A heart is not a toy
You're the devil in disguise
Death in misleading blue eyes
Lies in a cocky smile
Smooth talker until you don't get your way
Drop your smile and cross the line
I'll walk the road alone this time
You run and you break
Hearts of glass into hearts of stone
Talk your sweet talk and watch us burn
'Cause love is your drug, we're your dealers.
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Dark Dreams
PoetryA compilation of poems I wrote by night, when my demons come out to play. A compilation of poem that I improve during the day. Welcome in my head. P.S. Some will be French version that I will adapt to English. Those will take longer to publish.
