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Feb 2018 · 2.2k
Our Longing
Nickolas J McKee Feb 2018
So adorable your longing,
I'm lost in this snow,
Knowing yours and your name,
Where is this love I cannot find?
A woe of us won,
Something yet to be known,
You away gone and away gone,
I know we are strong.
Us lost in this love on,
What of this paradox upon?
Forever are we,
The possibilities,
All endlessly so.
Of us lost in time longing on.
I know we just met, but tell me you're not a one to get away...
Nov 2017 · 5.7k
And It Was Worth It All
Nickolas J McKee Nov 2017
When you turned away from me,
I turned too walking back on.
The saddest thing of all time,
The secrets told between us.
It was then all I could see,
This was a battle not won.
I ask myself even why,
We have this love not so bold.
For now I know I must be,
Not your lover and no one.
Keep on walking with a sigh,
Knowing yourself to grow old.
Time not on your side with glee,
Knowing now I’m far and gone.
Inspired by Sam Smith’s recent “Too Good at Goodbyes,” I couldn’t help but to pump this love song out. And coming across a familiar...
Nov 2017 · 2.5k
You
Nickolas J McKee Nov 2017
You
If only I had the chance to kiss you,
At the times even I felt your own breath.
Don't know you now much as others know you,
Past of our youth shows your grand innocence.
You, the soul of our time passing us on.
The youth and vigor of life shows it all,
The smiles you shared standing with us tall.
You, the soul heir of this time and of joy,
Left now this young man a world to rejoice.
Where to now our paths mended on by you,
Crossing by our paths always lived and loved?
A shinning jewel in the rough to unfold,
Found like nothing before ever to shine.
You - forever cherished - remembered - you.
For a lost friend who has always been themselves.
Nov 2017 · 445
Death by Silence
Nickolas J McKee Nov 2017
He could hear the death in silence,
The constant ringing in his ear.
He could hear the death in silence,
The constant lingering is near.
Imagine stopping forever,
This is what he could always hear.
Imagine not even waking,
This is what he could always fear.
So deep the silence with the death,
Blackened and pitched for him only.
It an embarking to all end.
So darkened and ditched knowingly,
What an end of sound to begin.
Fearing death, but at the same time accepting it.

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