The Devil Takes Form
One may be strong,
but very weak,
when temptation comes,
the body speaks.
Raw, and bare,
so much exposed,
a secret shared,
no one should know.
Hidden from view,
the devil takes form,
sending those feelings,
of guilt within his storm.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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