The dark, an old friend of mine
I sometimes see it for a moment
other times it's days, weeks...
The dark has grown used to my days
and welcomes me with open arms
I say goodbye and I'm done
What if one day I'll get stuck
with that goodbye I so dearly love
Nicole
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Ideas Left To Burn
PoetryThis is a collection of some poems I have written between the age 17-20. Poems of thoughts that run through my mind. Most of them don't even make sense but I had fun getting them out of my head. Some feelings need words to make some sense.
