He was all dangerous eyes and beautiful lies, but I ached. for him to lie to me some more.
NICOLE LYONSHe was all dangerous eyes and beautiful lies, but I ached. for him to lie to me some more.
NICOLE LYONSI write because suicide is no longer an option.
NICOLE LYONSI have been covered in easy kisses from uneasy lips, and I know I smell weary again.
NICOLE LYONSShe tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.
NICOLE LYONSI promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.
NICOLE LYONSThere is no greater power than that of the sun, the moon, and a woman who knows her worth.
NICOLE LYONSI still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.
NICOLE LYONSBe patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.
NICOLE LYONSShe is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.
NICOLE LYONSI drink to the ones who can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.
NICOLE LYONSI am world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.
NICOLE LYONSYou can fan the flames with hate or stroke the fire with love, either way, it’s going to burn.
NICOLE LYONSShe is love, and a little fucking unstoppable.
NICOLE LYONSMelancholy- My longest of lost lovers has returned to dance with me Again I loved him; intensely.
NICOLE LYONSSome souls were never meant to be content.
NICOLE LYONSYou load your words as I bare my chest, and this will be the most beautiful death.
NICOLE LYONS