Adela Casados

A daemon’s laugh isn’t a cackle its smooth it rolls over like silk,
Its voice isn’t frightening it’s the most wonderful sound you ever heard,
A daemon’s touch doesn’t scar you… it leaves you wanting more,
Its tears don’t fall down and burn like acid it leaves you hurting and makes you want to take the pain,
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come whisper in my ear,
what i long to hear,
from the lips of another,
the lips of a lover,
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sitting...thinking...
about? ..
nothing...
wondering? .. wishing? ..
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you look into my eyes
see that ive cried
you wipe away the tears
even though i have tried
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my childhood was bad
not so bad as others
cuz now i actually thing
how many met their mothers
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your smell intoxicating,
your touch softer than clouds,
your smile inviting,
and me forgetting doubts,
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fun times, laughteralways,
sitting down, on sunny days,
talk about, different things,
always funny, everything,
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i used to have this one feeling alive
oh! how it got to live and thrive
now it died like a hum
when my whole body went numb.
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when i and red and blushing
when i cant think of anything to say
when the room seems smaller
when im embarresed for saying something stupid
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do you like me or love me?
do you hear me or see me?
do you understand what im going through,
or do you feel the same?
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your touch is soft like a morning breeze,
your eyes so suttli it causes me to sieze,
no pain at all just wonder and awe,
you seem so perfect not even one flaw,
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this hurt and angiush
when you say 'land of the free'
police brutality, rapes
raising taxes and fees
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