He left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.
NICOLE LYONSHe left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.
NICOLE LYONSYou can fan the flames with hate or stroke the fire with love, either way, it’s going to burn.
NICOLE LYONSI have been covered in easy kisses from uneasy lips, and I know I smell weary again.
NICOLE LYONSI could lose myself in you or die blissfully, trying.
NICOLE LYONSThe tide has pulled the storm from my soul again. But in all that is right or wrong and pure, there is you, and your stunning ability to blur the lines and just be.
NICOLE LYONSI have known love and I have known loss, but in the end, they both looked a lot like you.
NICOLE LYONSAnd that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.
NICOLE LYONSI think you were my taste of heaven after a lifetime of eating hell.
NICOLE LYONSI swear if I were to rip myself open, it wouldn’t be blood that poured out of me, it would be him.
NICOLE LYONSBe patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.
NICOLE LYONSYou were a lifetime ago, yet here I am, still pulling pieces of you out of me.
NICOLE LYONSWhatever it is that stirs your soul listen to that. Everything else is just noise.
NICOLE LYONSEvery now and then even the sweetest souls burn it to the ground, just to remind the rest of them who exactly they are fucking with.
NICOLE LYONSSometimes love is nothing more than a sticky web; illusions spun, from clever minds and bitter hearts.
NICOLE LYONSYou can’t tame a girl who has her head. In the clouds and one foot out the door.
NICOLE LYONSI think I saw you again in the moonlight tonight, and I swear I could taste the hints of it alll.
NICOLE LYONS