She can't stop crying
This girl they call Nik...
Here lies a poet, and a humble man
Yet, I believe he was his most loyal fan...
In the garden of my dreams
Lilacs run free for miles...
I'd like to gather my poems
and scatter them...
Blank paper on the table
pen in your hand...
Just because it was last year
Doesn't mean it has lost meaning...
Sweet dreams that you see
With your fancy and your glee...
Step through the incandescent light,
of a door that holds a magical place...
Play with your words
Like they touch the hearts...
Oh god not another poem
Not another rhyme...
You had me when you said hello
and i was yours from the get-go...
Scribbles, designed to shape, form
Creating dust winds, colorful storm...