You talked a big game
And had the lovliest smile
Shadow covered you.
The kind of dark shade
That screamed you were such bad news
That my legs wanted to run
Away from your charm
And that laugh like silver bells
Too sweet to be true
So bright it betrayed
Your perfect inviting smile
Which made my skin crawl
Uncontrollably
In spite of your pretty face
Which rendered me still
You were a stranger
And your eyes a kind haven
That lied and seemed free
But I knew better
And I felt truth in my bones
For no reason I was sure
That your golden smile
Along with your sparkling wit
And your intellect
Would not save your skin
You would never have a view
Without bars to block
Those beautiful eyes
Which shone so bright and so kind
They had to be free
But eyes often lie
As do the broadest smiles
And beauty is caged
And shocked behind bars
And the smart become stupid
For no good reason
Gave up his freedom
His shot at a clear green view
For a life of speed
Outside of the law
He'd rather be jailed than bored
He doesn't look rough
Mad about that too
He's too like a gentleman
To come across tough
So the women swoon
His eyes show he's an outlaw
A dangerous man.
He could have been free
Had a fine house by the sea
And a lovely wife.
Some men are born bad.
Flirt with death instead of life.
And no good reason.
Death might dance better.
Might make the heart beat faster.
Men flirt with the end.
No one can change them.
Not the love of a woman.
I should know I tried.
He chose the fast lane.
The black dance with the reaper.
We can not know why.
We tried to save him.
He wanted no part of it.
Earned his place in hell.
These days I call him
St. Blue eyed jack ass and laugh.
Chose his bars and Hell.
That pretty fucker
Picked his cage and early death.
He can fuck himself.
Stupid decisions.
Under ground at not 3O.
Fuck his need for speed.
He was glamorous.
His thirst for drugs was ugly.
Selfish and rude.
A wish for a death
That would slap god in his face.
Ungrateful bastard.