These Girls

by lonewolfpoetry


You like the ones who show their bones

and blow smoke in your direction.

Who sulkily listen to the Rolling Stones

while gazing at their reflection.

Girls who fuck with your heart and head

snorting lines in a seedy bar.

Their lips shimmer in Russian Red,

these girls glitter from afar.

You yearn to uncover their mystery

and tame their wanton ways.

These girls always have a complex history

their soul is a tortured maze.

You know these girls just hurt you

and leave you crying on the floor.

But even with what they put you through

you cannot help yourself craving more.


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