Nicole

The sand gives way

to her form as she sits

with wine bottle in hand

she tries to regain her grip



On life that she lost

her control was a lie

she ended up killing her heart

and their love did die



Nicole, tell the truth

to no one else but you

how much more can you hurt?

how much more to go through?

No more lying to yourself

You've fell from grace

do what you need, for only yourself

to put life back in its place.



She stands up slowly

and wipes the tears with a hand

and walking away with a smile

she leaves a wine bottle on the sand.




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Early Writing

evolves into mature writing. Which your later work proves - and what is to come, to grow from these seeds will be miraculous I am sure - encore! - slc