poetry (Remove filter)
but not like that
not like the way that first sunray feels
when it hits your winter-pale skin
not like the contented way you fall asleep
in your hammock
underneath the moonlight
like the saltwater smell in your hometown
or the taste of banana pancakes on the weekends
not like the kick you get
when you snap a perfect picture
not the like the adrenalin that travels through you veins
whe...
Thursday 23rd June 2016 10:56 pm
With an open eye
And she will always reflect
the hidden traits
in which you already possess
~ nicoline ~
Thursday 31st March 2016 6:29 pm
Listen
I see you
I hear you
I feel you
Is what you tell me
Still
I keep explaining
Keep excusing
Keep blaming myself
Please
Don't tell me you understand
Listen.
- nicoline
Saturday 26th September 2015 12:40 am
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