Holding the Devil’s hand

One moment of bliss
followed by a void.
You may get a kiss,
that you should avoid.
Moody as a cat's hiss,
happiness will be destroyed.
My lips you'll surely miss,
soon enough you'll be annoyed.

I will surely command,
you will do my every plea.
Your tears like grains of sand,
on charcoal, get on your knees.
I'm just trying to explain- and,
regrettably you refuse to see.
That you're holding the Devil's hand
when you fall in love with me.

By, Ana F.
Date: April 18, 2005
Time: 1:54am

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This poem is actually my own reply to “Hold my hand” poem. I know “Hold my hand” starts passionate, romantic, almost hopeful. After a lot of thoughts on what inspired that poem, I created this. Because it’s true. I mean, not to be pessimistic or dark, I don’t advise anyone to love me. I’m still walking down my road of pain, no one should be cursed to take that walk with me, until I come out of it. Besides, us being together would add to my list of burdens and I couldn’t live with the lie, the pain, the hate. Something I’ve learned the hard way, if you’re going to battle for a relationship, make sure you’re both fight for it, not only one person, or else it’s doomed to fail and I’m not up for fighting. Anyway, I like the symbolism in this poem, LOVE the end.