The devil isn't evil,
It hides behind kindness,
His little schemes are simple,
It's just that you won't notice
A knowing smile, an approving nod,
A compassionate pat on the back,
He'll share your miserable views,
He won't paint it black
He'll listen to you intently,
You'll find his forehead's creased,
By then you made it simple,
Depraving you is now a breeze
STAI LEGGENDO
Confessions of a Tired Poet
PoesiaWhat kind of poem would you write if you stopped caring about everybody else? Confessions of a Tired Poet is a collection of short poems that gives you a backstage pass to the life of a poet who's sick and tired of his life. This is the front seat t...
