Beings of untold stories
The words out their mouths
Blunt and fearful
The look on their faces
Stern and frightful
The glares they give
Cold and deadly

Unapproachable once or twice
Maybe for several months
Never imagined as nice
Stepping on their toes did not seem too wise

Miraculous gatherings
Opening of the hearts
Soft tender tales flows out of their lips
Secret wonders of getting things done

They seem like they could be
The witches of the darkest forest
The devils of the deepest hell
Your worst nightmares

But beneath all that, I believe
They are the warmest of hearts
The gentlest angels
Your sweetest memories

This is about...

...the bad cops' unspoken stories.

The day I chose to light that stick up
The day I chose to hold your hand

                 I fell trap to every breath I took from it
My heart fell for you

                 Many people have said its bad for you
The warnings, whispers of unsightly stories

             Some understood, its atrocious addiction
Your charms, your kind precious heart

                                             I inhaled once or twice
                                          more than I should have
A kiss or two, tender gentle skin contact

                        Its scent attracted me more every time
That cologne you use,
that shirt I love that you wear

         The contents harming me pieces by pieces,
                                                           I took no sign
Little tortures, little toleration, little lies

                               I had thoughts if I should quit,
                                      I've said it more than once
Letting go of you could send me sighs of relief

                                            But I always turn back,
                        Took another breath and another...
                                                      ­      Just one more.
Gentle holds and seductive touches, sounds of love spreading

                                  I can't stop

                                                           It's dangerous,
                                                                ­     tempting
                                     and unbelievably addictive
Keep me close

                              I've gotten used to the comfort,
                                 I've embraced every moment
Unbelievable...

  And I know it's going to be hard to move away

You are worse than...
*...nicotine

Listen to the woes of the drowning souls
Mandatory patience required
His heart so pure
It took everything
Not once his sighs came forth

Based upon the old stories of humanity
While all of us have lost our humility
He showed her the reason
So she will never forget
The gentle songs of responsibility

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the kindest of them all
She sees his face clouded up in her head
The wonders of his beliefs
She will always be in awe

Her gratitude will not end here
The songs they sing shall not be done
She could never forget
The light he has shone