Lone
Down to the bone
I am my own
There's a moan
An upset tone
It's in its own zone
It wants a throne
Maybe even a loan
It's prone
There can't be a clone
It's been said, it's its own
It's been shone
Now it's lone
It's all grown
There's no moan
It's a groan
It feels thrown
Like a stone
All alone
It's been flown
And also blown
It's no crone
It's known
But secretly lone
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Nicole's Poems [CC:A]
PoesíaFeel free to read as much as you like. I'm going to post poems every-so-often because that's what I love. I'm in no organization or working for anyone. I am not claiming to be the best or to be hired for something. This is just me feeling free. Tha...