Youthful Indiscretion

I am not a poet, but I do write poems for class, when I have to.

He is
Dark eyes, spiked hair
Heartbreaker smile
She is
Long nails, red lips
Sex on two legs
They are
Whirlwinds, hell bound
Irresistible youth
Like to
Stay out, all night
Drink hard and move faster
Hate to
Slow down, conform
Order is boring
They will
Burn out, too fast
Such life is fleeting
Tilí then
Run free, wild ones
You only live once

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