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Nikki Cantrell

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Fly By Night

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Nikki Cantrell

On the deserted highway
miles fly by
I run away
Problems bigger than ever
solutions improbable, too hard
I give up, run away
start over, as I've done before
so easy, why not now?
I have too much to lose
too much to run from
Maybe I'll figure it out
instead of fleeing from guilt
too much to lose, too much to gain
I know not what to do.


My World

by

Nikki Cantrell

I have a car but I sit on my lawn,
watching, waiting, wondering, about the night.
Observing nature's way.
Curious why the lawn is only green in spots,
why the night feels good,
I often think about what will happen,
when it will end.
Happiness only lasts so long,
then it's yanked away,
leaving only memories, sad reminders,
of what once was and never will be again.
As I sit on my lawn when I could be driving,
I think about life.


Untitled

by

Nikki Cantrell

It hovers in the back of my mind.
Could it be true?
How could I feel this way?
To love you is to feel something
I never felt before.

I feel emotional every time,
I think of you.
You occupy my thoughts
like a wonderful song,
never fading into thin air.

Those words scare us both.
Our emotions are controlled by fear of
rejection, intimacy, even us,
the perfect couple.

Worry not, I love you
I tell you not with sounds,
but with writing that will last forever,
like our unspoken love.


Untitled

by

Nikki Cantrell

the sunlight shines
on the young child's face,
innocence shinning,
purity of the child
who has not endured
the cruelty
of the new,
paranoid generation.