Little devil called love

Mumma told me the devil had faces,

That the devil was not just one person.

She told me I’d see him in people I love,

She told me it wouldn’t be a pretty sight.

She told me he makes you want them first,

Then breaks you down to want the worst,

I think I’ve met the devil a few times now,

Smiling at me, hunting me down.

It seems to me like he’s still not done,

knocking on my door, calling me out.

Silly is my mumma who told me all,

Just forgot to mention that his name is love.