Poems from Nikki Macke
I may be the black sheep in the family
But who gives a f*ck
its all about me now
no more pleasing others
ima smoke till im on
boss...
The wind is chilled
crisp as the dead leaves
Cold but the knitted pleasant sweater keep me warm
The ground crunches with every step in...
I rolled that weed like pronto
never taught just got it on the spot
now he know I'm his stoner wife
Humor is a dime
tested to know
I'...
All the time I stand out
But I stand in
3rd eye
Its hard to hide
its all natural; being always right on time
Seeing through people...
I was everything for you
Ride or die and you cut me like a knife
I see the full picture
Not mature to handle this wifey type
You...