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Moni Apr 2019
look what you do to me honeydew
one glance into your eyes and my heart melts like liquid goo
you've got me so enamored over you
i really just don't know what to do
...
the blue light bounces across your chocolate skin
as my love for you continues to grow within
...
oh look what you're doing to me honeydew
why won't you take me home with you
we can just kick it
it doesn't have to be ******
smoke a blunt and talk like intellectuals
we can be the modern day bonnie and clyde
changing the culture side by side
...
oh look what you've done to me honeydew
my soul rose from its darkness anew
Moni Feb 2019
See, I met this guy on Sunset Boulevard
He grabbed my hand and dragged me to a bar
Ordered shots of pure alcohol
Knocked them down then pulled out an eight ball
I looked at him and he looked at me
In his eyes I see misery
He’s crying out “someone save me”
But all they see is a strung-out wannabe
His story ends in a sad way
Headlines say he was only 23
He lived a life of tragedy
And endured pain that no one else could see
He fought his battles and commanded his wars
But like they say
You never know what goes on behind closed doors
Moni Apr 2018
Revenge clings to your heart
Patiently waiting for the
Right moment
to attack
Hesitating only slightly
Not wanting to ruin its
Chance for destruction
...
The time is now
Time to attack
The victim will soon feel
The wrath of the malicious character
And will know why
Revenge is a dish best served cold
Moni Feb 2018
Pk.
As blood drips on the tile
Panic fills the classrooms
Text messages full of terror are being exchanged
Pop
Another one hits the floor
Pop
Another tear escapes from its owner
Petrified parents pray that their child is safe
Heartbroken viewers across the country watch as another tragedy takes place
Eighteen school shootings this year
When will it end?
May God watch over all that were effected from this tragedy.
Moni Feb 2018
Sometimes your thoughts are happy
Other times they’re dark
So dark that they rival storm clouds in July
These dark thoughts only appear when you’re alone
Images and scenarios run rampant
You want them to stop
You turn on the television hoping that they’ll disappear
You think they’re gone
You think you finally have peace
But when it’s time to sleep
They creep up and haunt your dreams

— The End —