Buried In Lies
His lips told me he knew me.
His hands touched like we were old lovers.
His eyes held secrets of a past I’d never known.
I was lost, you see.
Lost as the flowers that grew in the meadow.
The devil told me he knew me.
But lies had a way of unraveling, even if we didn’t want them to.
The devil had a trick, for his love was full of acid. Acid that burned at every touch, every linger, and I let it scorch me to my core.
A devil made you sin. And my devil was the worst.
But now that devil wanted my last kiss, and it wasn’t one I was willing to give.
He could take the acid and leave the burn behind.
I was keeping my heart even if I died trying.