he whispers softly in my ear,
and pulls me here and there.
he plays off of my hopes and dreams,
off all my fears and cares.
He tells me things I want to hear,
he's witty and he's wise,
he speaks sweet silent treacheries,
behind ravishing disguise.
He brings me all I ever want,
and says its all I need,
he flatters and he compliments,
to my cursing gives no heed.
He's my very best and smartest friend,
a vagrant thief at night.
He seems most loving and most kind,
to talk me through the night.
And when I'm feeling very best,
and confident and sure,
He's always near and happy with,
life's pleasant grand allure.
But when Life's storms beset me,
he tells me all is well,
then quickly he abandons,
as I am dragged to hell.
and pulls me here and there.
he plays off of my hopes and dreams,
off all my fears and cares.
He tells me things I want to hear,
he's witty and he's wise,
he speaks sweet silent treacheries,
behind ravishing disguise.
He brings me all I ever want,
and says its all I need,
he flatters and he compliments,
to my cursing gives no heed.
He's my very best and smartest friend,
a vagrant thief at night.
He seems most loving and most kind,
to talk me through the night.
And when I'm feeling very best,
and confident and sure,
He's always near and happy with,
life's pleasant grand allure.
But when Life's storms beset me,
he tells me all is well,
then quickly he abandons,
as I am dragged to hell.
Ooh, I like this one quite a bit. And, based on the title you've given this, I'd like to think that perhaps my poem 'Hidden' had something to do with at least the train of thoughts which led you to write this, if you know what I mean. And even if they are completely unconnected, I'd like to imagine that I inspire you subconsciously, haha. Anyway, once again, bravo.
ReplyDeleteI actually had read yours but several weeks before. They were in fact unrelated unless subconciously :). But this one is about Satan...yours is about us...I think. Thanks for your comments. I greatly appreciate them.
ReplyDeleteBravo. I wish i could do this. the poem part, i mean, not the dragging to hell part.
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