I will not force a pretty smile upon my face to please eyes that no longer see me.
NICOLE LYONSI will not force a pretty smile upon my face to please eyes that no longer see me.
NICOLE LYONSI have been covered in easy kisses from uneasy lips, and I know I smell weary again.
NICOLE LYONSI write because suicide is no longer an option.
NICOLE LYONSAnd now I wander. Forever searching for the pieces of me I should have never given away.
NICOLE LYONSHe was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.
NICOLE LYONSYou were a lifetime ago, yet here I am, still pulling pieces of you out of me.
NICOLE LYONSI have God in my words and the devil in my ear, and a sister who keeps telling me to find my magic.
NICOLE LYONSI breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.
NICOLE LYONSEvery now and then I roam the catacombs in my head and attempt to resurrect you, and make you shiny again.
NICOLE LYONSThere is no greater power than that of the sun, the moon, and a woman who knows her worth.
NICOLE LYONSYou load your words as I bare my chest, and this will be the most beautiful death.
NICOLE LYONSHe calms my chaos and I fuel his fire. We are a match made between heaven and hell.
NICOLE LYONSBe patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.
NICOLE LYONSPleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.
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 LYONSYou can’t tame a girl who has her head. In the clouds and one foot out the door.
NICOLE LYONS