sancia lawrence Poems

I am tired of the hurt
I am tired of the pain
Where can I turn?
When there is a lot in my way
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You were my sun in winter
You were my flowers at springtime
But on that treacherous night I became a monster
And trampled your beautiful petals
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His touch is electrifying
His kiss the gate keeper of death
His eyes dripping with desire
As he aches the day he meets his love
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