Demented Mind

He sits on my shoulder whispering in my ear, infatuations oh so clear,
He strums a tune, that sends my words ablaze, he speaks in devils tongue, my pen consumed by rage.

I sent him to the corner, to ponder my regrets, and than again he sets his self on my shoulder,
A once warm breeze turns colder as does the look in my eyes,
Tears run my verses, bitter curses set my page on fire, that cunning little fucker, nothing but a liar.

I sent him to his room for the mistakes that I did do, he comes back and sets, apologies, promises, love so true, no one else but you.
Love in sonnets, love in bed, thoughts swarm from my head..no my heart... in beautiful lines.
Nothing better than a poem from a demented mind.