It wasn't until I met you
that I realized what they
meant by "selling your soul
to the devil,"
because sometimes the
devil doesn't come in
horns & cloaked
with darkness
he comes dressed
in brown eyes, smelling
like leather jackets
& wrapped up in
beautiful lies.
YOU ARE READING
The Mind Of A Poet
PoetryMy first poetry book! Read and enjoy❤️ I wrote this for you.. Update; My first completed poetry book, #9 in Poetry on Aug 4, 2017. Thank you everybody for all of your support. I will continue making more. Stay tuned
