Drops on the WindowMature

I can't help but think,

All I'm doing is wrong,

Playing with young boys hearts,

Making them feel strong.

When secretly inside,

I'm making them weak,

Crushing their souls,

Their eyes start to leak.

I just can't help,

That I'm so bad,

I really should be able to stop it,

This I'm not glad.

I know what I'm doing is wrong,

Far from any right,

But to see them smile from a simple kiss,

Is such a heart-warming sight.

From car to car I go,

Making them feel on top,

While outside the truth reigns,

And on the windows drop.

The End

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