Nicole Asherah | Nicole Asherah

Author: Nicole Asherah

And if you have no words left to say
Hum to me.
Like the lullabies born before we

My hope is like the autumn leaves.
It hangs on past life
Clinging to a piece of

Sit with me in the silence
See the world over head

Lately I’ve taken to gazing at my reflection in the mirror for

You asked me if I could see the art in the city streets.

You wanted this.
You wanted to solve the enigma that is me.

Dear you,
It was the day after you left us.

We live our lives trapped in our own perspective,
Falling victim to the wounds

You were the matches to my candle wax,
Clinging to our sides of string
We asked to be set

speak softly
this moment is fragile
i am fragile