Bones of an abandoned body Flowers peeking through his ripped jeans Roses growing on his abandoned body A garden of neglect Sun kissed skin and doe brown eyes God he's got everyone hypnotized Lifeless he may be but he's got eyes full of life He's just an abandoned body With different figures warming his bed every night his skin stays cold as ice Watering his garden of angsty nerves Swaying to blues and red wine drinking whiskey all the girls fall for his charm Leaving them with ripped jeans and An empty bed of flowers
my talented best friend wrote this awesome poem off of a shared title Ripped jeans and collarbones part two