the one, the of, the guy the devil says is mine
the man that leaves terrifying things in my head
a rumble with goodbye and how he left a real bug in my mind
from bed to bed, he, who’ll eventually hold a gun to his head
he walks and breaks and takes in everything
but unfortunately he lives with a stake through his heart
a dart through the sky, the second to none
the one who runs to his own beat, but can’t even see his own feet
a sly through the snow, a slip of the tongue
he holds your hands and leaves you armless
his wicked is of another, his mind leaves you in a blender
skip through the streets, how his words seem uplifting
but words can mean anything when you believe they mean everything
a walk with a talk, a first that underlies with the last
his kiss was trash, but love overpowers
and even in the darkest hours we see light
how his skin could never tarnish
the way his eyes spoke gratitude and respect
our perception was only a misconception
his affection was just due to his first rejection
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