I met the devil on my way home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is about how love can be deceiving.

Submitted: October 19, 2018

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I met the devil on my way home He was gentle when he said hello I instantly feel victim to his amazing whit and charm, Well thats what we do, right? When our heads are screwed on wrong. He smelt so good, he felt so good, manh he was so good. I fell head-over-heals for this man. They lied when they said love is blind, cause i saw, i saw all i needed to see and more... cause yes he made me see I was in love, but maybe too much cause i didn't actually see who was standing infront of me. He did all the right things, and whispered all the sweet empty nothings i needed to hear... cause well thats what we all want to hear, right? Sweet empty nothings being whispered by a breath that smells like coffee in the morning. He was beautiful, he was perfect, he was everything terrible, he was hatred, he was cunning, he was lustful, he rejoiced in my weakness and despised my happiness, he... he... he never loved me. I thaught i had seen all i needed to see, but instead i became blind; there was no light...


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