A Poem by violetta york / nicki elle

Writing is like a passion 
its like fashion, for your heart 
and your mind to recline and just write how you feel,
its just another way to deal.
why is life so hard?
but its not like you're behind cold bars.
you could be hurting yourself but you only hurt others 
why dont you say happy birthday to your own brother?
youre too busy, living the high life like a clementine 
in the summer time
jump in your fast car, snort your fast line and make sure you don't forget
where you'll lie
buried and cold, heartless so young 
but it doesn't matter as long as you're having fun. 

© 2013 violetta york / nicki elle

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A wonderful poem...Thank you for sharing...:)................

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violetta york / nicki elle
violetta york / nicki elle

chicago, IL

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