Old man

Dusty sun-flavored skin. 

Your breath smells like whiskey, your soul tastes like rock 'n' roll. 

Watching me dance through the fence posts, I'm the girl you should love the most. 

Sorry daddy, I was just never loved the right way. 

Craving intimacy in things that will destroy me. 

Honey your much too young,

to be filling your pretty lungs with smoke. 

The worlds not have done with you yet, 

so get the bitter look off your face, 

let daddy kiss away the pain of your past. 

Scraped knees, bruised hearts. 

A little girls world is dark. 

But you come in, with your sun flavored skin, 

glowing, bringing all the light in.