Monday, August 17, 2015

With the Devil

Like a cliff I can't jump,
A quicksand that caught me,
Killing the light of lamp,
I no longer feel free,
But still, it feels so good,
And I won't even brood.

He is the enemy,
And every, single thing,
Pain that go against me.
Caught in dangerous fling
Of the light and darkness,
Goodwill and wickedness.

When will this ever end?
Whenever these minds bend
For our love we lend

I am filled with deep guilt
Whenever he's with me,
Like patterns on a quilt.
Nor can I let him free.
Here's a perfect love song
In which one word went wrong.
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