For You
I have a friend in poets land,
though I've never seen her face.
I read her words,
I hear her cry,
My heart begins to ache.
In disguise, the devil lurks,
His beauty filled with vile,
He winks, and slowly
walks to her,
with his vipers' smile.
Cowards always live,
gliding on the surface, ,
They cannot
let you know
the
truth
or
knowledge
of sorrows purpose,
dark and so alone.
That without it's spiteful arrows,
true joy could not be known.
though I've never seen her face.
I read her words,
I hear her cry,
My heart begins to ache.
In disguise, the devil lurks,
His beauty filled with vile,
He winks, and slowly
walks to her,
with his vipers' smile.
Cowards always live,
gliding on the surface, ,
They cannot
let you know
the
truth
or
knowledge
of sorrows purpose,
dark and so alone.
That without it's spiteful arrows,
true joy could not be known.
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