I should have known better than to believe
that someone of his looks couldn't deceive
But God did he seem so perfect
As though crafted just for me,
Under the fairy lights we danced away
As though prom night wasn't just any day.
His eyes latched onto mine, they wouldn't leave
The look he was giving me, I couldn't perceive.
The looks of an angel, he had achieved
but for some reason, I wasn't relieved
For I knew he was no saint
Although my reasoning was so faint
No way could he be pure
He had too much an allure
I asked a question to be sure
Looking in his eyes, I took a breath
I asked him to say what was true
"Was God upset when he left you?"
He smirked and my curiosity grew,
"No because I'm the devil's nephew."
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