Poems from Nikki Macke
he that one
i know ill never find
the broken lost poet calling out for me
with his melody in perfect notes
on the paino
with his nerdy...
i tend to push the best out of my life
i dont know how to take love
but i can give but cant recieve
they call me the pretty little...
theres a monster in her bed
but really hes gotten to her head
all the words he said
the damage is done
evil has won
but karmas a b*...
I'm back
The old me
she got worst
but she makes me feel better
he left me high
valuable and broken
I fell hard
Knots in my stomach...
your hands
feel the life slipping
from me
no more
no more fighting free
ive given in
ready to die in your hands
my love was never...