who can only be trouble
I was told not to discount
the pretty boys?
but I can't help the way
I'm jaded
If you'd been broken
at the hands of beauty
& used the way I have been
you'd be gun shy & wary
of a face like yours too
Don't you see
you're a danger to me
the crooked smile,
beautiful hands, perfect back,
infectious laugh...
You're kryptonite to me
If I don't pull back
& build walls
I'll be a goner
Please don't be
the kind of guy
who breaks hearts
like the one in me
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