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Nicole Dawn Jul 2017
An empty road
It's 2 am
Petal pressed to the floor
Hands off the wheel

The lights flash by

Faster
Faster
Faster

The thoughts spin around
Faster
Faster
Faster

To go or to stop?
To live or to die?

Too late now
Too fast now

The lights are a blur, her mind is numb

Spinning
Spinning
Spinning

Out of control
Pain hits, the car starts to crunch

Louder
Louder
Louder

And suddenly:
Silence



Tears are shed but she is gone
Is this peace or is this pain?

Now we are spinning  too
I legitimately have no clue where this came from I just started writing I'm sorry
Nicole Dawn Jul 2017
Color blooms at your touch
Purples, blues, and greens

Rivers flow at your presence
And dry up at your voice

Red splashes across the artwork
That you create within your passion

You have strength in your arms
And thunder in your voice

(Is this how you see it?)
(Do you think this is beauty?)

Hiding in fear, as you come near
There is nothing beautiful about this
I normally would never repost something like this but I didn't get any response after posting it so I was just wondering what you guys didn't like? I love getting feedback so I'm just kinda wondering what I botched on this one so I don't do it again. Thanks, sorry again for reposting :)
Nicole Dawn Jul 2017
Color blooms at your touch
Purples, blues, and greens

Rivers flow at your presence
And dry up at your voice

Red splashes across the artwork
That you create within your passion

You have strength in your arms
And thunder in your voice

(Is this how you see it?)
(Do you think this is beauty?)

Hiding in fear, as you come near
There is nothing beautiful about this
This is about abuse, sort of written from the position of the abuser? Idek sorry
  Jul 2017 Nicole Dawn
Born
Walking slow
Cause am drunk

Singing songs
to forget your love

Buying duct
to tape my heart

Weeping for
my ailing heart.

You said
I'll never be alone

I know am far
from perfect

But you promised me
the stars

ever since
I've been singing
songs of a broken heart
Yesterday I died, again,
Like all the other days
That came and went before,

But today, when I died,
I can uncomfortably say...
I died a little more.

Anxiety:

It ***** the life right out of me!


By Lady R.F. (C)2017
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