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Apr 2013
smile and grin and bear it because no one
no
one
wants to see you cry.

to stay or to leave or to cry or to sleep
i should sleep
too many hours thinking
about things
that
will
never
be. could they be could they be daaadddyyyyyyy

but i'm a dreamer and i see butterflies in your burns
and i see halos in your hurt
am i lying
i'm not
very good at
that.

**** daddy with a tight grip around my
neck your
neck purple is an offensive color
yet we both wear it
so well.

smearing lust across your thighs and
slapping pink across my skin it's my color
can't you tell sweet babe can't you tell
pink is my color
can't you
tell
sweet
baby darlin

in you i trust
we have more than lust

oh and
mr king


am i in trouble for my attitude?
Deana Luna
Written by
Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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