" The Saviour"

The hand that saved her for the first time,

The person it belonged to wasn't an angel in eyes.

The bloodshot eyes of his weren't at all soothing for sight

The desire of making her his;

engraved in his mind,

The moment he laid his eyes on her,

in the past one time.

But Was he a devil in disguise,

with his heart locked deep inside?

Was him being her saviour really a coincidence or a foul play by him,

Just to overtake her heart & mind?

She wondered, she'd change him with time, yet the smokey mirage created by him was too dense for her to reach his real side.

Yet she didn't know why she lost herself in his arms everytime?

With no idea the devil in his cave was waiting for her to enter inside,

Wanting to reveal ,

that grass wasn't greener at his side.

The real question remained -

did her efforts really have no effect on him or

was he trying to bury them again and again?