You tell me,
he's the devil in disguise,
and that's what you see
when you look into his eyes.
Disregarding that you looked at all,
your lies, they stand tall,
for hell is in your pathway,
when you kept the demons only
a mile away,
still they reach you,
and whisper in your ear,
you shut them off but-
he doesn't disappear -
it was you,
who kept him near.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.