I am not this body, This collection, Of scars, And thread. I, Am the Heart, The Soul, That resides within. It is my words, My deeds, My Symphony, Not my flesh, That makes me, Me. My body, Has faded, As…
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Eric Nickel
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Each time, I hear your lovely song, It makes me smile. Every time, I hear you scream, It breaks my heart. Any time, I hear you crying, My Soul, Weeps. When you smile, I soar. When you laugh, I fly. When you giggle, I whimper. When I see your face, I mistakenly, Think I am witness, To the most beautiful,…
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Eric Nickel
The moment I lost you, the Sun simply went out. For a time, I wandered in Darkness absolute, understanding truly, the bottomless depths of despair. Yet than, in a single moment, I realized I was dishonoring you. Never again. I than did what I had to do, what you deserved, I embraced my mind, my heart, my very soul; the…
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Eric Nickel
I have noticed, Within myself, A terrible design flaw. I will have to look into this further, When the Monster returns, For Maintenance. For some reason, I can not truly explain, The Dark moments, Linger, Last, Painfully exquisite detail. Perfect clarity. While the beautiful moments, While timeless, Slip away in the moment. I have on occasion reflected upon a beautiful…
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Eric Nickel
