She loved me in many ways
she made me in her image
what she wished I was
what she hoped I could be
she loved me in many ways
accept the way she loved me
weren't me.
A shell of a man
didn't want to see the man in the shell
to erase the existence of a good man
she changed me
she played with me
molded me as if I were only clay
Not like I was blind
just refused to look
she had a hold on me
couldn't help but give in to her every need
from her lips
there was the devil in her kiss.
The devil in her kiss - so many kisses hold the devil! Good one Kelvin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How much you LOVE more the other crave. And there are us, being what we are not. Merely to prolong what is not true.