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Some souls were never meant to be content.

Nicole Lyons

You can’t tame a girl who has her head. In the clouds and one foot out the door.
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Tame Woman Yourself
And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.
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Choice Hard Life Nature Poet
Moon child with your galaxy heart, cool your heels and stay awhile.
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Children Heart Moon Stay Yourself
Be patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.
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Business Forever Hate Heart Love Myself Patience
Too many times I have given this heart away, I am afraid it is no longer mine.
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Afraid Heart Myself Time
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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Healing Help Myself Shine Travel 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.
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Ability Philosophy Purity Right Soul Storm Wrong
He was everything I never could, but always wanted to love.
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Himself Love Myself Relationship
One day I will fall gracefully to pieces. Until then, I’ll just fall.
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Death Fall Grace Myself Pieces
I drink to the ones who can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.
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Drink Myself Sleep Soul
We were electric together, you and me; we turned hurting each other into a goddamned symphony.
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Abuse Break Up Hurt Music Myself Relationship Togetherness Yourself
He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.
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Himself Kill Light
Poetry 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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Art Character Judgement Love Poet Poetry Reveal Thinking
He left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.
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Himself Letter Love Myself Way
I think you were my taste of heaven after a lifetime of eating hell.
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Eat Heaven Life Myself Taste Thinking Time
Sometimes love is nothing more than a sticky web; illusions spun, from clever minds and bitter hearts.
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Heart Illusion Love Mindset

Some souls were never meant to be content.

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