In the distance, I saw
A hooded figure, standing alone
Its face hidden,
Yet its intentions clear
I climbed the past the barrier of my youth
For I knew that the good days were gone
And I took the dangerous,
Yet brave act
And confronted it
And as if it had already known
It raised its hand for me to shake
And once I let our hands meet
I watched it ignite in fire
And I had known, at that very moment
I had made a deal with the devil
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Love Hate & Everything in Between
Poetrywe all have those words. ones that are best left unsaid. ones that should be said, yet aren't. ones that ruin lives, and ones that save them. here are some such words. words of love words of hate and everything in between ~~~ im rewriting these fou...
