I like my soul when it touches yours; winter turns to summer and my nightmares become dreams.
NICOLE LYONSPoetry is the loveliest art. It has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poets.
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Moon child with your galaxy heart, cool your heels and stay awhile.
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On paper I have killed you a thousand times but my heart disregards clever words.
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Oh my darling, you mustn’t fill up on memories alone, there is heartache and regret yet to be served.
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And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.
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I think you were my taste of heaven after a lifetime of eating hell.
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Dance with me. Bring my demons to their knees.
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He calms my chaos and I fuel his fire. We are a match made between heaven and hell.
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I have known love and I have known loss, but in the end, they both looked a lot like you.
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I think I saw you again in the moonlight tonight, and I swear I could taste the hints of it alll.
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I could lose myself in you or die blissfully, trying.
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I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.
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You load your words as I bare my chest, and this will be the most beautiful death.
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He was everything I never could, but always wanted to love.
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She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.
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Pleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.
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Sometimes love is nothing more than a sticky web; illusions spun, from clever minds and bitter hearts.
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I breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.
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I have God in my words and the devil in my ear, and a sister who keeps telling me to find my magic.
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She tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.
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Whatever it is that stirs your soul listen to that. Everything else is just noise.
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The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.
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I still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.
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I have been covered in easy kisses from uneasy lips, and I know I smell weary again.
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You can fan the flames with hate or stroke the fire with love, either way, it’s going to burn.
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Every now and then I roam the catacombs in my head and attempt to resurrect you, and make you shiny again.
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We were electric together, you and me; we turned hurting each other into a goddamned symphony.
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