The Devil
He is The Devil with every word he says and with every touch he makes.
He grabs me, forcing and rushing me to do things.
His eyes says he’s The Enemy, pure black.
He tells me he cares and that I shouldn’t have to worry.
Absolutely no trust.
When he kisses me his eyes are opened and when I’m sleeping he touches me.
Though his lies manipulate me, into seeing the truth.
For he is what I’ve always wanted.
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esmi_flores
Poetry is the description of life, but replaced with dramatic and different phrases. Describing and a life lesson, to make the audience feel, and think about the poem. Love poetry, love writing love-sad poems, but lead to extreme danger. Happy with life, and happy with my writing. 3 years of writing poetry, and more years to come.
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