The devil hides behind his smile,
Fire so bright,
Burning in his eyes.
He's a daydream,
He'll linger for a while,
Coursing through your bloodstream,
Waking you up inside.
A whisper of a good soul,
But he's full of loopholes
Flaws and mistakes,
Cuts and bruises,
Concealed by the stain of lipstick
From his previous lovers.
He's cold to his bones,
He'll turn yours to stone,
He's nothing but trouble,
But for you,
He's the air you need to breathe,
he's your doze of Dopamine,
You crave his lies,
He is perfection, and
He's got no fault lines.
YOU ARE READING
Raconteur
PoetryThere are numerous ways to let another person in to your mind. A neurosurgeon could- via surgery, or a person could read through another's writing. I prefer the latter. This book consists of bits and pieces of what goes around in my mind. Hopefully...
