Wicked Love
He loved in the most wickedest of ways
That’s the only way he knew how to love
Intentionally hurting and abusing when he could
Causing harm, I think he got off on it
He loved in the most wickedest of ways
He was so mean, it poured from his pores
Never was a sense of peace when he was around
There was always something that angered him
Something that displeased him
He loved in the most wickedest of ways
That rage in his eyes, frightening
The fire from his hand when it hits her face
Or that grip if his hands when they around her throat
He loved in the most wickedest ways
The thought of him losing you
Here comes the lies and manipulations
Even the tears as his turns himself into the victim
But look carefully beyond the tears and see that deceiving smile
He loved in the most wickedest of way
The devils right hand man, always letting the Lords pray roll off his tongue
Lying, like God doesn’t have ears
Deceiving, like God doesn’t have eyes
He loved in the most wickedest of ways
Good over evil, he couldn’t bear to hear
Until he saw for himself
Those you kick will be the ones you need
He loved in the most wickedest of ways
Now the devil has turned his back on him
And now he is begging for her love
Crying for her love
Lost without her love
He loved in the most wickedest of ways
Copyright © Prisita Dwyer | Year Posted 2013
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