Biography of Laurette Nichole
I'm nobody. But I'm going somewhere to become someone and do something in life.
Laurette Nichole Poems
If Only A Poem Could Explain
Maybe I'd love you as loud as thunder. Or as quiet as an afternoons rain. I suppose I'd love you that way, If weather could explain. I might love you as much as water is wet. Or as dry as the desert is any day. I suppose I'd love you that way, If moisture could explain.
Would It Make A Difference?
Would it make a difference if I said it to your face, or if I told A friend? If I did anything besides hold it in. Would you care enough to be a better you, or tell me all your feelings too? If I gave you the truth.
What can you tell me of hate? Nothing. Because it does not exist. There is love.
To Each His Own
I'll take the memories, the heartbreak and even the love. You can go be happy. I'll take the misery, the loss and I'll find lots of distrust. Please, be happy.
Surely July Invented Love
I don't suppose you're missing me at all but I've thought & thought & thought of you I've dreamed, I've wished, I've wanted, needed, loved hated, missed & adored you. That was just this morning.
In This Broken Moment
In this broken moment, I'll finally tell the truth. I cared. But I wasn't ready to. I loved. But I couldn't love You.
To Each His Own
I'll take the memories, the heartbreak and even the love.
You can go be happy.
I'll take the misery, the loss and I'll find lots of distrust.
Please, be happy.
If you're happy, then the one I love is fine.
And that's what love is: When someone's happiness is so much more important than your own that your own that yours depends on it for existence.