e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

Trouble knows me

Trouble knows me well
Trouble rings my bell
Trouble brings me hell
Trouble always care.

Every time I sail
I get many nails,
Piercing through my ship
Sinking my great sail.

Am I really cursed?
The preachers do say
For all your sins boy
The debts He had paid.

I often try to pray
But to no avail
And each time I sail
There comes another nail.


6 Comments

  1. DAZZLED says:

    STUNNINGLY BEAUTIFUL x

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Vivian Zems says:

    Trouble -maker!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. justghetto says:

    Dude I like this! Good Job!!!

    Liked by 1 person

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