The devil wears cowboy boots
a Man In Black tee shirt
and a necklace
bearing an ancient Persian ruin
from Persepolis
She hides her horns behind a mane of dark brown hair
that turns a caramel brown in the sun
and if you look closely enough, you'll see red
Her eyes were said to be an abyss
of nothingness
but they were full of something
they were full of nothing
and they were said
to hold flames
if you stared into them long enough
She had a Western/ Southern accent
the Southern portion came out only when she needed to charm
someone into doing something for her
She rarely gave anything but her all
because she knew she'd never get anything in return
she'd get everything in return
The devil was said to have long fingers
useful for clasping, choking
yet her nails were always bitten down, wonder why that is?
Could the devil really have anxiety?
And the devil was cold to the rest of the world
using people to her advantage
Her smile was said to have lit up a room
her laugh, lit up people
but little did they know that when they lit up
they'd burn, slowly
So the devil would like to leave you with a question
that can only be found if you read between the lines
Why did the con man ever fall in love with the devil?
And why did she love him back?
VOUS LISEZ
Classic
PoésieA collection of poetry. Classic feelings added to classic thoughts equals classic poetry. Rated PG-13 for language. © 2015 layschips1