black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

I like you here, between commas, where the only thing you can break now, is my lines.

Nicole Lyons

You were a lifetime ago, yet here I am, still pulling pieces of you out of me.
NICOLE LYONS

Break Up Life Pieces Time Yourself
I still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.
NICOLE LYONS

Blood Memories Yourself
You can’t tame a girl who has her head. In the clouds and one foot out the door.
NICOLE LYONS

Tame Woman Yourself
Sometimes love is nothing more than a sticky web; illusions spun, from clever minds and bitter hearts.
NICOLE LYONS

Heart Illusion Love Mindset
I swear if I were to rip myself open, it wouldn’t be blood that poured out of me, it would be him.
NICOLE LYONS

Blood Himself Love Myself
I could lose myself in you or die blissfully, trying.
NICOLE LYONS

Death Lose Myself Try
How recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.
NICOLE LYONS

Love Path Relationship Stranger Travel
He calms my chaos and I fuel his fire. We are a match made between heaven and hell.
NICOLE LYONS

Calm Fire Heaven Hell Himself
I drink to the ones who can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.
NICOLE LYONS

Drink Myself Sleep Soul
Whatever it is that stirs your soul listen to that. Everything else is just noise.
NICOLE LYONS

Listening Noise Soul Yourself
If I had known our last kiss was to be our last kiss, I would have kissed you as if it was our first.
NICOLE LYONS

Break Up End Kiss Myself Relationship Yourself
The 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 LYONS

Ability Philosophy Purity Right Soul Storm Wrong
Be patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.
NICOLE LYONS

Business Forever Hate Heart Love Myself Patience
Poetry is the loveliest art. It has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poets.
NICOLE LYONS

Art Character Judgement Love Poet Poetry Reveal Thinking
You can fan the flames with hate or stroke the fire with love, either way, it’s going to burn.
NICOLE LYONS

Burn Fan Fire Flame Hate Love Yourself
He left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.
NICOLE LYONS

Himself Letter Love Myself Way

I like you here, between commas, where the only thing you can break now, is my lines.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

I like you here, between commas, where the only thing you can break now, is my lines.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Nicole Lyons Quotes