Kissing the Devil

I used to believe
we were burning
on the edge of something
beautiful.
The way you played
kept me on cross roads,
I had to kiss the devil,
over and over again.
To close the deal,
I needed to feel
your hands on my skin,
ones more.
I use to believe
we were meant to be,
it was real
you were so real,
deep down I knew
you were the storm
and not the rain.

There were so many times,
madness took over,
and I was blind.
I wanted to kiss the devil again,
over and over  wanted
your eyes on me.
Just one more time,
even when it was not real,
only a game you played so well.
I didn’t care,
I believed in us.

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