Nicky McNeil Biography

Passion and lust takes my mind
as I see you in the morning light
as my heart beats like a drum
even your breathing excites me
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I spy you, the siren on the rocks, sweetly urging
I knew then that must be the course to take,
to the song so sweet, to the face so fair, lovely
I set sail the way of your voice and your beauty
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I will still try to catch the sunrise
Try to catch more jars of fireflies
Roll down hills in the wet grass
Get sentimental at Christmas
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Lonely people walk in the park
holding hands with the air
whispering nothings sweetly
no one hears, no one cares
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(not really prose, poem or complete thought just disjointed
mind mutterings

what pain is more severe
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