Sometimes love is nothing more than a sticky web; illusions spun, from clever minds and bitter hearts.
NICOLE LYONSSometimes love is nothing more than a sticky web; illusions spun, from clever minds and bitter hearts.
NICOLE LYONSI still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.
NICOLE LYONSHow recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.
NICOLE LYONSSome souls were never meant to be content.
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 think I saw you again in the moonlight tonight, and I swear I could taste the hints of it alll.
NICOLE LYONSI like you here, between commas, where the only thing you can break now, is my lines.
NICOLE LYONSOh my darling, you mustn’t fill up on memories alone, there is heartache and regret yet to be served.
NICOLE LYONSI like my soul when it touches yours; winter turns to summer and my nightmares become dreams.
NICOLE LYONSAnd that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.
NICOLE LYONSI write because suicide is no longer an option.
NICOLE LYONSHe was everything I never could, but always wanted to love.
NICOLE LYONSOn paper I have killed you a thousand times but my heart disregards clever words.
NICOLE LYONSYou love so perfectly, as if you have never been told a heart can be broken.
NICOLE LYONSI could lose myself in you or die blissfully, trying.
NICOLE LYONSThey build ladders from my spine and they climb and they fall and they break me, and they climb again.
NICOLE LYONS