Spoken Word Poetry (Compilation)

Guess Who's the Devil

Let me tell you a story 

There's a girl who loves playing

She loves it, and she's always laughing

She also likes watching

And dancing to the music when it's playing

But the good thing

She puts limits on it because she's still studying

But one day

She stopped laughing

She stopped watching

And she stopped dancing

And it's all because the devil came into her life

And this time, it's the one who played with her

The devil won't let her laugh again

The devil won't let her talk to other people

The devil won't let her get out of bed

And the devil won't let her dance to the music again

They're stuck in her room

The devil played with her wrist

Gambled with her soul

Take over all the control

And devour her whole

All she can do is cry

Not because of the pain

But because she feels guilty

That she loves playing with the enemy

That it feels okay when she tells the devil that she's not okay

It feels okay because the devil knows every part of her

The devil would let her cry

The devil would bear all her anger

And the devil lets her be as miserable as she wants

And the devil won't judge

Oh how much she loves her devil

She doesn't want it to leave

She wants it to stay with her

And so it did

Because she's the devil's favorite