Well look who it is.
A boy--no, a man across the school yard.
He has no angel on his shoulder and he doesn't need one either.
After all, even his heavenly brother couldn't contain him.
There!
There he walks, Oooooo with such swagger.
Oh if I could just...wait hold up--
No, uh-uh, couldn't be.
My Mister Devil,
Are you, looking... at me?
And with a skin crawling smirk he arose to my side.
Not gonna lie he startled me quite a fright but let me tell you about my Mister Devil.
He has the kiss of an angel and a touch like a god.
But don't get yourself fooled!
Just because he's fallen doesn't mean anything because he's the only man who'll pick himself back up again.
And that's a little story about
My Mister Devil and Me.
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Drowning in Humanity
PoetryGive me one word about life and I will tell you all about it.
