He's Not the Devil
These pitfall traps,
I'll pretend they're not him.
My careless feet stumble,
And he's there to ensnare them.
Him.
Perfect porcelain skin,
One sly and devilish grin.
I know, when I'm falling,
I'm not falling for him.
Pray tell, did I mention,
The wonderful eyes?
They catch you and then,
You're dead.
In the grip of him.
I'll pretend they're not him.
My careless feet stumble,
And he's there to ensnare them.
Him.
Perfect porcelain skin,
One sly and devilish grin.
I know, when I'm falling,
I'm not falling for him.
Pray tell, did I mention,
The wonderful eyes?
They catch you and then,
You're dead.
In the grip of him.