Poems from MicahNicolee

Lately it feels like paper is the only thing that will listen. And the ink in the pen is what makes the words glisten. 'Cause the story isn...
My mind is racing while tears are racing. Trying to see which one can hit my cheek first. It hurts. I have this thirst. First, to see my...
Lately it feels like paper is the only thing that will listen. And the ink in the pen is what makes the words glisten. 'Cause the story isn...