Knock knock
Who's there?
The devil's here to tear
He comes slowly, mischievously
With a suggestive smile, scary
"Won't you dance with me?"
He asks as he stares at me
I try to escape, I scream no
But he floats around me, he doesn't want to go
Looking down at me, he says
"The way your heart is beating only means yes"
Knock knock
Who's there?
The devil's here to tear
For all that I want, for all that I need
I closed my eyes and accepted the deed
As I let him take my hand, I give him a chance
So here I am for another dance
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The Secret Thoughts of a Wandering Soul: Poem collection
Poetry"Quiet people have the loudest minds". Here are some of my thoughts gathered in a collection of poems. Thoughts that I never really talk about, things that not a lot know about me.
