My Dead Lover
Hello my loves! This is my second poem! I hope you enjoy darlings. 😘
If there was ever a confusion between evil & good
Ugly and beautiful
Scoundrel and a gentleman
Vagabond and a king
Demon and angel
You'd be the perfect example
Your Hollow eyes are like the gatekeeper of my soul
Your hands make my body feel both invaded & electrified at the same time
You give my the illusion that I am a queen because you kiss my hand like one would
You give me the reality that I am your mere slave because the fear is far worse than any slave would fear of his master
By the time your done with me, I feel the need to want more
Of your darkness
Your pain
But I also want nothing to do with it
Could this really be how the Devil manipulates his victims?
About the Creator
Octavia McClintic
Hello lovelies! My name is octavia & I love to write poetry & talk about beauty and self care! Please feel free to check out my posts every week! Remember, to love each other and yourself
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