He held me prison
In my heart I knew I was wrong
I said he loved me
I was bruised and hurt from the Devil
Rode off on my white horse
To seek my one love
He held me through the times
When I cried,
He didn't care
He healed my body
Hugged my soul
Came out with a shotgun
When the Devil came hunting me
The Devil held a whiskey bottle and lies
My Angel ran him off
Now holding me
He says "No matter what he said,
I Love You"
A gentle rain comes to wash away
Thanks for the memories
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A contest entry
- 20 lines or less by forgotten dream.
425 points, ended July 21, 2007, 19 entries
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i like the idea/story in this piece. the good versus evil, and the angel versus the devil, and how you could relate it in a personal way. it has a nice ending in that love can conquer and heal all. i really liked the imagery in the second to last line - a gentle raining washing away past hurt.
thanks for entering and best of luck in the contest <3
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