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Jeffrey Pueba Aug 18
A Dance with the Devil

Oh, how I’ve always wanted the world in my hands.
Daydreams and the constant falling into trance,
a trance that I want to be stuck in forever
lost in the sway of a dance with the devil.

The words upon my tongue will do the trick.
Believe; give in receive what you ask. Nothing is free.
A price for a crown, flesh for a sin, a soul for glory.
All for the thrill of a dance with the devil.

Shake his hand and become his favorite pawn.
Kiss his feet and watch yourself rise beyond limits.
The world is not fair, I’m sure you know, oh my,
Turn up the music; dance with the devil.

You may think I’m bad, or either I’m just mad.
The truth is clear, you just haven’t seen it yet.
One step with the devil, and your fate is set
I’ll dance with the devil, no shame, no regret.
Every desire has its price. Every step in the dance pulls you deeper. Would you take the devil’s hand if he promised you the world?

This piece is about temptation, ambition, and the bargains we make with ourselves. Sometimes the dance feels worth it… until the music stops. We all dance with our own devils  some call it ambition, some call it desire, some call it madness. Not every waltz is innocent. Not every partner wears wings. This is my ‘Dance with the Devil.’

So tell me… what’s your devil?
Woke up one morning
My heart beating faster than usual due to my anxiety
But then I came across this flower At that moment my heart slowed
I felt shivers flowing around my body what this flower? I asked myself merely adequate in appearance
But there's something about its appearance that makes me feel at peace
Every now and then I pass to see the flower
Seeing the flower was oddly satisfying
What's this unhealthy obsession that makes me tear up sometimes
Why am I crying? I touched my eyes to feel the tears
It's just came out involuntarily... The tears.... Oh the tears
But then it hit me I can't own the flower
It has a gardener already that takes care of it, it belongs to him
My heart starts beating faster again, I guess my anxiety is back
But I hope I find a flower that belongs to no gardener so I can take it home and water it everyday
The short poem is about a person who is obsessed with a flower, but the flower is already taken. they feel a mix of emotions from sadness to happiness when they see the flower. it's a metaphor for the narrator feelings for a girl they love it is a representation of the girl they are in love with, and the emotions they feel when they see her the gardener of the flower represents the boyfriend

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