The Devil
There he is sitting on the couch
Holding you when just last week he wanted me,
Believe me I ain't jealous
I wish you could see
The evil in his eyes
The death in his words
And the poison of his looks....
Its clear to me that's why he's with you
But you don't know what he's said to me,
You say you love him
I know it ain't true
I know you better
And the devil ain't for you.
Copyright © Amanda Elder-Hahn | Year Posted 2015
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