under the unforgiving sky
devils lips a thin line
circle my wist in a whispered cord
interwoven with and intricate sword
you'd expect a narration in stone
erased by the narrow dagger I done
she lay in narrow blades of green
her eyes a shade ive never seen
cold like ice
love intice
just the way in my dream ive seen
colors of gold in your hair
id touch them each if I do dare
your pink soft skin aglow
but each stich the devil has sown
id dine in the line
etched in design
if it wasnt for a black incased babe
we light the colored sage
talk about the babes on the street
then choreograph in the sheet
if only the knoledge was told
he'd thrown me out cold
yet I sit atop the hill
as each tangled hair will spill
a giggle as sun lights her cheeks
freckles stream and leaks
but to one man I owe a world
he is my world
but the devils got ahold of me
each time she touches me you see
hair tickles my face and neck
and a life sinking under is id check
shes woven in a devels line
breath in my mouth feels like a crime
but good night my devil so beautiful
for now I must take all my colorful
and leave for my life
for this devils intice
lips cold as ice
good night
©nana123
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