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Nicole Apr 2015
Come back to me,
don't leave me alone,
in this dark world
that only you know.
Come back to me, my love,
let's fight for what
to us belong.
Nothing special
Nicole Apr 2015
De carácter arrogante y dominante
anda por los pasillos dando mandatos
y dictando las acciones de los demás.
Creyente de ser dueño de cuerpos ajenos
y con humos de superioridad.
Pretendiendo total perfección,
así, así es ante el mundo.
Provoca que muchos le teman
para que luego le suplan sus placeres.
Sobre esa coraza
se le nota la envidia que ocupa su ego
y los millones de complejos
que tiene referente a la figura de su ser.
No vive tranquilo,
pues anda pendiente a las otras vidas
y hará todo lo posible
para que jamás resalte tu luz sobre la suya.
De habilidades controladoras impresionantes,
todos lo alaban
e hipnotizados parecen estar,
pero ninguno se da cuenta
que simplemente son sus marionetas,
las cuales pronto va a desechar.
  Apr 2015 Nicole
Mike Essig
You choose any noun
you would like to be;
I'll become your adjective,
gratefully.
What is the joke in this little poem?
  Apr 2015 Nicole
Mike Essig
I want you.

Even if for
the briefest
moment of time;

even if the world
disapproves,
and it will;

even if our hellos
quickly become
good-byes;

None of that matters:

the world and time
mean nothing to me,

I see no rules
in your soft
green eyes.

I want you.

~mce
Smitten, and then some...
Nicole Apr 2015
This generation classify the term "make love" as ***.
For me it is completely different.
If you are with someone
that you really care,
both of you contain
an extraordinary chemistry,
complement each other,
maintain the special details,
laugh together,
share secrets,
among other really important things,
that is make love.
You are loving each other every day
and working hard to keep that bond
and get it  stronger.
*** is just the act of
*******  that's it.
Having *** with someone
will not determine
if you are in love with that person.
Nicole Apr 2015
Somos dos almas distantes,
danzando entre los vientos,
buscándonos mutuamente
en los más vagos recuerdos.
Nicole Apr 2015
In the fight of being a good friend
or a good daughter,
I decided to be a good friend.
At the end, it left me nothing.
Friends come and go,
judge you
and try to decide for you.
They don't really appreciate
if you stay for them or not.
Well,
those aren't real friends;
they are people
just wanting something from you
and once they get it, they just left.
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