I DATED THE DEVIL.....
He knew everything I should have seen the signs, but I was hypnotized and consumed by his lies.
He was a very smooth talker, he knew way to much about me to where I thought maybe he's just some crazy ass stalker.
Even then I couldn't end it, there was a fire
In my heart that only he kept lit.
He even convinced me to give up my home, my son and I began to fight so much he left on his own, and all alone, and at this point the only means of our communication was a disconnected phone.
And still with my son gone, and me no place to live, I just could not say goodbye this father of destruction was there to wipe the tear from my eye.
I was head over heels in love with this monster, who's heart was made of black charcoal, and every time I looked at him his pretty blue eyes would just sparkle.
It's unbelievable the way he made me feel, I thought I was dreaming feelings like this just can't be real, I'm starting to question, OH WAIT,,,, WHATS REALLY YOUR DEAL?
At times things were very strange, why does he pretend we're some happy couple just home on the range.
I was engulfed by the flames of his fiery touch, and when he wasn't around I yearned for him so much.
How could I be to blind to see, all of the hurt and destruction that surrounded me.
Into the dark pits of hell I was falling and faster then ever, beware to you all, lucifer is quite clever, I used to think,,,,, WHO ? ME ? Ya never.
He told me he loved me and he made me feel wanted, and for the choices I made ill forever be haunted.
Now here I sit homeless and broke, he left me alone all his promises a joke.
I scream and I cry asking the man upstairs to please tell me why, when you live in the flesh it's easy to be deceived by a lie.
By Celina kaminsky
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Celina Powell (
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We believe what we want to believe and so the poem unfolds with the devil that tells lies that one wants to believe. Well written.
Well done. Sad but well done. Thank you fpr sharing.
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