Poems from AngieNiks
The morning comes,
And the feeling of you next to me dispels.
How cruel my mind is to me;
It made me believe,
That the dream of you...
The ripples of pain we feel
When we hear nothing at all.
Why is it said that silence is golden?
Silence is iron when it rusts
And it takes...
They say that you can’t repeat the past,
But what if that part of your past comes back
And you greet it with a kind hello
Sending neurons...
I look at into the mirror
At my clean face,
Preparing to paint on the
Exterior what everyone expects to see.
I start with my skin;
The...
To you, am I simply just another novel?
Just another story that you start and quickly get bored of?
I know you love to read, or so you say...