trouble maker

Such a dark  soul with a light appearance

She cries baby , a wolf covered in skin from a lam is still a wolf.

Trouble maker , feelings masked by reputation

Her dirty mind masked by appropriation

 

She lets him love her , keep her  intrigued , with every cocaine heartbeat ,

Playing games,

seeing stars ,

kissing on top of cars,

 

She rattles him, it’s too intense

He leaves her high and swoon  

 Running wild, howling at the moon

 

As she sits , wondering  , “does he ever think of me?”

The charming lam comes , kissing at her feet

 

He can keep her anywhere , as long as it’s in his arms

Where she thought her heart has been , there he left his mark

Then up to his old tricks again , playing in the dark