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Nicholas Michael


The love of my life, is gone from me now

Please tell me how, will i ever take a bow?

I search through lifes, endless cycle

Will i ever see, My Nicholas Micheal?

As i lay in bed, with my deepened thoughts

Satan took hold, And began to taunt

He pulled on my heart, made me cry

I tried to pull away, with a big sigh

He wanted to take away, My Nicholas Micheal

He tugged on my head, tried to cause a big trifle

It hurts to see, when Nick is not next ot me

I want to feel, and let my heart heal

My brain thinks, about the near future

My heart feels, like a robotic computer

When i hear, his name being called

I turn my head, and want life to be solved

To see his face, would be my light

Tell me now, what is there in the dead og night?

Life again, starts its beautiful cycle

There i see, My Nicholas Micheal

Running to him, in the dewey grass

My no longer feels, as heavy as brass

 

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rachelscollege
<p>My favorite part about this poem is at the end when she has found her Nicholas Micheal.&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>

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