Erica Davison Poems

Such a beautiful demon
Weaving into shadows causing fright and loss of love
Tortured and unused little child
Dear Abby
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This isn't living, it's surviving
We act happy
Need reminding
Can't go on with just surviving
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We had an arrangement
That is true
But was it good for me or you?
It seems we both end up in heartache
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Don't cry
It makes him jealous
Don't smile
He just can't take it
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No rest for the wicked, for the wicked
She said
There will be no rest for the wicked
When they're long gone and dead
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What my monsters see before me
Are offerings of salt
I don't deserve to reap the beauty
And ignore the ugly truth
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