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Life was so different last year
I was planning a life of happiness with the devil
Holding onto his hand, taking us to the next level
Only if I knew his intentions were to burn my soul
Break me down, drown my sorrow, bury my heart in a hole
Danced to his hypnotizing lyrics, speaking ever so softly in my ear
Oh how life was so different last year
The devil flooded my mind with lies to not face the pain he’ll cause
I danced in the fire singing the sweet song of hope, his act deserves applause
For I was fooled by the sweet kisses, beautiful lies, and blissful laughter
I cherished the devils playground and his story to be my ever after
The world has changed and my senses have switched into high gear
Oh how life was so different last year
I cried countless nights trying to understand if this was love
Was I infatuated with my dream of life or was this all a plan from up above
My heart resurrected with no form of feelings, chains all around, and numb
I no longer hear the devil’s sweet melody or the sounds of his drum
Coming back to this life in disguise ready for my world premiere
Oh how life was so different last year
Someone once said a women turns into the man that broke her heart
I am victim to that, the devil taught me how to play my part
Painting the sins of his actions in someone else’s definition of love
I’m now reciting the devils sweet melody, these memories I made use of
I’ve come alive with only visions of greed, I never thought I would be here
Oh how life was so different last year
I used to care deeply about another, used to be able to open my heart
I used to be able to turn the dark into light, visualize god’s work of art
I am colder than winter nights, my heart pumping but collecting dust
But you see, the devil was once an angel so be careful who you trust
I’ve saved all these broken pieces as a souvenir
Oh how life was so different last year
I don’t miss the devil himself as I wish for him to burn in his own fire
Seeing people smile with the ability to have their heart live in another is what I admire
My heart is yearning to break free from the chains and let the warmth reenter my soul & mind
Instead I’ve become a prodigy, as I build my playground in anothers world as they stay blind
Missing the ability to feel the words of love and eternal passion roll off my tongue without fear
Oh how life was so different last year
I’ve come back dressed in everything a man desires
The devil doesn’t come dressed all in red attire
Truly I miss the blissfulness of deep love but I will sweetly rejoice in my power
Til I lose my fear, chains, and greed, til I bloom like a newborn flower
I’ll be the devil, as this life is easier to steer
Oh how life was so different last year
Holding onto his hand, taking us to the next level
Only if I knew his intentions were to burn my soul
Break me down, drown my sorrow, bury my heart in a hole
Danced to his hypnotizing lyrics, speaking ever so softly in my ear
Oh how life was so different last year
The devil flooded my mind with lies to not face the pain he’ll cause
I danced in the fire singing the sweet song of hope, his act deserves applause
For I was fooled by the sweet kisses, beautiful lies, and blissful laughter
I cherished the devils playground and his story to be my ever after
The world has changed and my senses have switched into high gear
Oh how life was so different last year
I cried countless nights trying to understand if this was love
Was I infatuated with my dream of life or was this all a plan from up above
My heart resurrected with no form of feelings, chains all around, and numb
I no longer hear the devil’s sweet melody or the sounds of his drum
Coming back to this life in disguise ready for my world premiere
Oh how life was so different last year
Someone once said a women turns into the man that broke her heart
I am victim to that, the devil taught me how to play my part
Painting the sins of his actions in someone else’s definition of love
I’m now reciting the devils sweet melody, these memories I made use of
I’ve come alive with only visions of greed, I never thought I would be here
Oh how life was so different last year
I used to care deeply about another, used to be able to open my heart
I used to be able to turn the dark into light, visualize god’s work of art
I am colder than winter nights, my heart pumping but collecting dust
But you see, the devil was once an angel so be careful who you trust
I’ve saved all these broken pieces as a souvenir
Oh how life was so different last year
I don’t miss the devil himself as I wish for him to burn in his own fire
Seeing people smile with the ability to have their heart live in another is what I admire
My heart is yearning to break free from the chains and let the warmth reenter my soul & mind
Instead I’ve become a prodigy, as I build my playground in anothers world as they stay blind
Missing the ability to feel the words of love and eternal passion roll off my tongue without fear
Oh how life was so different last year
I’ve come back dressed in everything a man desires
The devil doesn’t come dressed all in red attire
Truly I miss the blissfulness of deep love but I will sweetly rejoice in my power
Til I lose my fear, chains, and greed, til I bloom like a newborn flower
I’ll be the devil, as this life is easier to steer
Oh how life was so different last year
Published 20th Nov 2013
| Edited 21st Nov 2013
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20th Nov 2013 7:52pm
Wow... So now others suffer pain n anguish becuz of what someone did to you huh? That's very sad n dark... U expressed pain n contempt well though
20th Nov 2013 8:01pm
pain and anguish? no not at all and when i write, not every poem pertains to myself! ;)
21st Nov 2013 5:31pm
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22nd Nov 2013 2:32am
Give added meaning to that saying, "misery loves company". You hit a theme found in many a song and poem---resembling that which at a prior time you dislike.
A write that points the reader towards looking at him/her self.
A write that points the reader towards looking at him/her self.
22nd Nov 2013 9:13pm
