A Baked good doesn't bring the dead back to life
Embarrassment forges you in the need of saying
"Sorry for your loss"
When the loss has barely began to stuck its nails in the darkness of the brain of the living
The dead is dead and I only see smoke coming from the baking you brought to me so delightly
Even with no words I'm grateful you reminded me to eat
Nicole ♡
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Ideas Left To Burn
PoetryThis is a collection of some poems I have written between the age 17-20. Poems of thoughts that run through my mind. Most of them don't even make sense but I had fun getting them out of my head. Some feelings need words to make some sense.
