We know it when we hear its name,
He's a red man with horns and tail,
He carries a scythe they say,
And he's trying to lure us in sin.
But my devotion may not be that strong,
So I have to struggle with his strong temptation,
Though I know I was in harm,
For, he's here forever, I know.
One day, I met a man on that street,
He's got no horns and tail, not even a scythe with him,
But his aura tells me that he's a devil,
A real devil with an angelic smile.
He lured me to sin,
Made me do things I'm not used to do,
And I became a crazy fool each time he says,
Those deadly words that made me so alive.
He's the disaster everybody thinks,
But he's the beautiful fiend I adore,
He's the villain everybody says,
But he's my knight-in-a-rusty-tin-armor.
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The Woebegone's Deepest Thoughts
PoetryAll we can do is to write what we feel, what we experience in life and what dramas we've been through in our lives. A collection of book consisting of poems and short stories dedicated to the people who can relate theirselves about it. Some are real...
