Poems from NIckyG

Had lost my name, so I wrote without fate. Hope to mend, is it too late just yet? Like a flake about to melt. It's something real....
Always took me for granted but one day I'll be able to say that I was the one who lasted. At last, even though I'm last, it's my turn to...
It takes a gentleman to get her back onto her feet, but it takes a real man to help her shine to her fullest potential.
It's the injury of a pen; not the scratch of a direct bullet. It's the war between written pages; not the fight between fire arms. It's...

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