6 years

A Poem by Dcael

Called to the devil, the devil said “hey”

An empty bed,
But 6 years sleeping in it.

We’ve lied, hurt each other.
Played and been played.
Poker faces mastered,
Lying is an art.

We’ve grown,
Apart or together?
Lying is an art.

We’ve dreamed,
Made the wishes come true.
Have we not?

It’s all smoke and mirrors,
Like an illusion.