Monjosie W Poems

Twists and Turns
Cold and burns
even pricks and stones thrown at you
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Your hands
Your eyes
Your lips
Your smile that's how i know you're a blessing in disguise
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It is finished!
As the rusty nails that gored through his flesh
became stale as he dealt with my mess,
The devil laughed and his followers smiled,
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With friends like these
Who needs enemies?
Falling on my knees
Got no company
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There's a weight upon my shoulders
That gets heavy as I grow older.... with you
While I am sitting, I laid back
In my cotton wool hammock
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