Amber Millar - Where the Devil dwells

Under all the smiles,
And fake, plastic exterior,
Under all the laughs,
And silly little jokes,
Dig a little deeper,
Beneath all the memories,
Broken fragments of a half life,
Past the burning grief,
Mourning all the 'maybes' and 'could have beens',
Further than anyone's ever been,
Even myself,
Look further than that,
Deep, deep down,
Past the things I'd thought I'd forgotten,
And the memories I'd give anything to lose,
Seek out my real heart,
Under all the secrets and things I'll never say,
That's where you'll find it,
It's hotter than the sun,
But colder than ice,
Sharper than broken glass,
Softer than a feather pillow,
Harder than a rock,
More delicate than hand-crafted crystal,
The place that hides the real me,
The girl, stripped bare,
My dreams, hopes, ambitions,
My fears, anger, sadness,
Locked in a chest,
Whose key was lost long ago,
Maybe, you can find it for me,
And open the cage,
The unseen, unknown lair,
The place where the Devil dwells.

Amber Millar

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