When you come to me

With these promises,

Licking upon your lips

after all this time,

Thinking you know what I wish was mine

I have to laugh

You don't know what I want,

You never did

 You front to your friends

Like I'm the bad guy ,

Cause I might be a few years older

But them years they got me wise..


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Old Flames

require new methods of extinguishing - this poem serves ;D - slc