He was the rock and roll type
the kind of guy that had no limits
and great hair that you wish you could have had,
free mind, the attitude that said
"don't fuck with me if you know whats good for you"
The one that broke all the girls hearts
and couldnt get enough of that
rock and roll sound.


I could't get enough of his face
The cream colored skin
that tanned just right in the sun,
the dreamy face expression he always wore
as if he wanted to say something
or write something
perhaps a poem,
his bright bouncing blue eyes.


His eyes made my dreams run wild
and they would run and run
until my mind stopped working.
The Suicide King





He was the kind of guy that had no limits
the world was his playground
my heart was his playground,
and he knew it too,
I gave him my heart in icy glass tears
and he took it and held it in his hands
as if it were the most precious thing in the world.




He treated it like a diamond in the speckled sand.
I clung to him knowing I wouldn't want to escape
this lala land.
He was a dream of cigarette smoke and distilled wine.




He treated all hearts
as if they were precious things
breakable glass,
he had this soft side to him
that anyone rarely saw,
he kept it that way.




The cards have been played
and the game has begun
seven card no peek
king of hearts are wilds
king of heart
were always wild.




He was the suicide king
the king of hearts
who was care-free
who did what ever he pleased.




He always found what made you tick
Could please an empty, shattered soul
couldnt doubt anything with such a fragile heart
too delicate to harm,
He was just the suicide king
the king of hearts,
and he repaired mine.





(I was in the mood to write so this is what i wrote. i was inspired by the songs Hurt- Johnny Cash and Rock Me Like a Hurrican- The Scorpians and Jukebox Hero- Foreigner which i do not know how the fuck those inspired me but they did.)

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