I sleep with the devil everyday
He's dressed as a friend
My family prices him like a lover
But i watch with an eye of rage
Your words contradict with your folks
Painting me in dark grey
I'm a civilian of the death
Praying for mercy as you speak again
Its okay, Its fine, I'm over my head
'Cause, I will consume you, simmer you over honey
Dodge your insults, they'll hit someone else.
But tomorrow, I'll wake you up wrapped in a bottle
With my revenge.
-Laura
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Poetry in disguise
PoetrySomewhere wrapped between your words, My thoughts beholden emerge, Somewhere false in the darkness I became the muse to your show -Laura Martinez
