They build ladders from my spine and they climb and they fall and they break me, and they climb again.
NICOLE LYONSThey build ladders from my spine and they climb and they fall and they break me, and they climb again.
NICOLE LYONSI have been covered in easy kisses from uneasy lips, and I know I smell weary again.
NICOLE LYONSMelancholy- My longest of lost lovers has returned to dance with me Again I loved him; intensely.
NICOLE LYONSI write because suicide is no longer an option.
NICOLE LYONSI drink to the ones who can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.
NICOLE LYONSSome souls were never meant to be content.
NICOLE LYONSOne day I will fall gracefully to pieces. Until then, I’ll just fall.
NICOLE LYONSIf I had known our last kiss was to be our last kiss, I would have kissed you as if it was our first.
NICOLE LYONSI like you here, between commas, where the only thing you can break now, is my lines.
NICOLE LYONSHe was all dangerous eyes and beautiful lies, but I ached. for him to lie to me some more.
NICOLE LYONSAnd now I wander. Forever searching for the pieces of me I should have never given away.
NICOLE LYONSToo many times I have given this heart away, I am afraid it is no longer mine.
NICOLE LYONSI think you were my taste of heaven after a lifetime of eating hell.
NICOLE LYONSYou were a lifetime ago, yet here I am, still pulling pieces of you out of me.
NICOLE LYONSYou can fan the flames with hate or stroke the fire with love, either way, it’s going to burn.
NICOLE LYONSPoetry is the loveliest art. It has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poets.
NICOLE LYONS