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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If Pain Had a Voice
PoetryIf Pain had a voice, it would not speak at all; it would write down its despairs on paper. This is a collection of poems in which we see pain playing an important role in life. Everybody at least once have felt pain in their lives; these poems will...
