Dress in all red, she reached her hand out, proposed me to a dance, "Enchanté", as we dance my life away, without consideration that every other men that died on the dance floor was her doing, Please don't take me too, I didn't pay attention to the tattoo on her wrist that was scribbled, -the Devil is a woman-
I didn't regret my decision, all I wanted was not to be alone for one night and she whispered "farewell my love", I was dancing with the Devil and the music never came to an end.
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Love Beyond Trees
PuisiThis is a poetry that touches and reaches the depths of our emotions that we dare not to tamper with. It's a set of poems I put together for you readers to enjoy and feel the shoes I cannot wear.
