The Devil's Prey Poem by Malory Joyce

Again and again
your love will descend
from my reach.
Your so called 'innocent'
but breaking my heart again?
your no angel to me.

Stuck within your own heaven,
when were you going to come back down
and be with me?

If there were the chance
I could pick every feather off your wings,
for how many times you have left me,
you would become the devil's prey.
Like a worm to the hungry bird,
just another catch of the day.