Biography of Nicole Miles
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Nicole Miles Poems
Her hair as red as hell fire, She stands tall in arrogance and pride Some days I hang from her wire, She keeps attached by her side.
Love With barbs as vines Tightly wrapped around throats Love
Hatred. Who is the first person to mind? A parent? A sibling?
Questions Of Worth
What have I done? When will this stop? When will I learn? How many will get hurt
What you get has never been seen, This soul has been broken by the harsh and the mean.
Who is the first person to mind?
why when I see this word
Am I the only on thought of?
Why do I dispise that child in the mirror?
Why does my only true friend seem to be a blade?
These thoughts rush through me as I lay myself to sleep.
Why is it only me...