Buried In Lies — T.L. Smith

His lips told me he knew me. His hands touched like we were old lovers. His eyes held secrets of a past I'd never known. I was lost, you see. Lost as the flowers that grew in the meadow. The devil told me he knew me. But lies had a way of unraveling, even if we didn't want them to. The devil had a trick, for his love was full of acid. Acid that burned at every touch, every linger, and I let it scorch me to my core. A devil made you sin. And my devil was the worst. But now that devil wanted my last kiss, and it wasn't one I was willing to give. He could take the acid and leave the burn behind. I was keeping my heart even if I died trying.