Maybe the cold-hardened truth is;
you're cold hearted and ruthless.
Like a child, you're toothless
and clawless.
You are flawless.
You are wild.

Did I say "flawless"?
I meant "lawless".
The "f" is silent like all
the times you eye-****** me.
But I'll admit now that I ****** me.
Now, I'm awesomely awe-less.
  
I stare outside where it's wet,
like the way you say I make you.
Drops landing, soaking trembling grass.
We're dangerous and moral-less,
and I wonder if I make your
body feel anything anymore, or less.

- @NoMortalDreams -