The Womanizer

You are like sugar sweet coffee in the morning time.

Your lips taste like jasmine tea with sugar and yet you sell your soul to nobody.

You love me like a lie and you try to make a story out of me in the afternoons.

You look at me like I am made of stardust and everyday it seems like we’re about to kiss.

You are like an angel in the evening with your scourged and broken wings.

You will and would wait for me to come back.

and you would say that you’re just another picture to burn because you’re a womanizer.