poetry :3

The Devil doesn’t wear Prada, she wears Birkenstocks

Mephistopheles is not your maker 

Yet I find you lurk and prowl the same

Tipping over worlds like a salt shaker 

There must be another inhumane 

Feline eyes stay silently surveying 

Something in the fog surely amiss 

In the depths of your mind it is staying 

And insolent and heartless sort of rift 

And we shed past our skin of flesh and bones 

Reality the drunken mirage that hopes

Snide remarks a gawky teenage groan 

So hands and hearts are scarred by thorns and thrones

:333 thx evry1 hope u guys like it !!!!! i love writing lmk if you want to see more of these (i have millions) or maybe some like analysis on a specific topic like love in the 21st century or why truly amazing modern music is hard to find or something like that maybe i’ll do those at some point :P