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...

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