http://slow.writerscafe.org/Miss%20Twinkle The original writings of author Miss Twinkle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050790 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The things he thought of me and the ways he talked to me when we were together. He tormented me, instilled guilt and shame undeserved. But the jokes on him; God saved me. Saved me from him and myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Twinkle/558501/ the darkness doesn't pass sometimes it lastsand it seems like forever my dreams feel torntossed about in lifes cruel stormand my heart has been severed your love is dead to meyou lied and stole from meyou stole my heart and dignity but I never had those in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Twinkle/558491/ When the unexpected happens and you dont know what it meanswhen it's nothing you can fathom when you think it's just a dream It can't be real, what did he say?Beautiful woman without sway Woman with no hate or blameNo bitterness or greedWhat is it he said again?I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Twinkle/547564/  You've been a fool, but who's to say you can't be forgiven?Jesus's blood is for the weak and frailThe broken hearted and bed ridden His sacrifice has paid the price for even those of usWho wonder from His loving armsWe forget that we are dust If you think you'v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Twinkle/544374/ It is a leach latched on your heartA tick on your soul that never parts It's behind the cuss word from a childs mouthThe mothers tendency to always shout It lurks inside our very homesIt can be worst when you're alone Even when you're fast asleepInsi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Twinkle/542693/ I knew a girl once named Nikki. She loved her family more than anything. But they hated each other. Her Mom and Dad divorced when she was very young. And they married other people and started new families. But they always said nasty things about each other to Nikki when she'd go to visit them at the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Twinkle/541779/ Dear God My heart is weakThese endless days are not so sweetEach one is a mountainI can see the peak In the valley I'm stuck wonderingHow You could love meYour Son died in my placeAnd I've been so ugly Teach me to learn, oh God of my soulHelp me to have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miss-Twinkle/541755/