Devil on my right,
Angel on my left;
My hearts all void, my brain half-depresed, Something that has got me aying theft, theft!
Grab hold of the Angel! There she goes West!
Somebody catch the Devil! There he goes, Arrest!
Both of them should no longer be my guest,
It's my decisions that they disrespect!
Angel purs, you should rest.
The Devil speaks, you should invest.
And there I go, all sorts of messed!
Sometimes this gets my heart to manifest,
and my brain's cornered memories to resurrect, And at the end however, my passion never wins the contest.
And there I go, once again; my soul uncollects, while my life disconnects.
-Nikolina K.
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Myriad (Poem Book)
PoesíaA bunch of slow updated Poetry by a fresher related to things like love, hatred nature and betrayal. Read if you want to ! All Rights Reserved. Copyright©2023 Nikolina Kokasa. Coverpage by Nikolina Kokasa. Copyright©2023 Nikolina Kokasa.
