I lay here
back against the sheets
the fan above me is on
one single, green light turned on—
the room pitch black without it—
my feet under my warm comforter
I listen to the soft swish outside of my window.
I like to pretend it's ocean waves
splashing on shore
but in reality,
it's fifty degrees out and they're just weeds,
grass and others
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Nicole's Poems [CC:A]
PoesiaFeel 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...