Every 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 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 LYONSI will not force a pretty smile upon my face to please eyes that no longer see me.
NICOLE LYONSAnd that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.
NICOLE LYONSShe tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.
NICOLE LYONSEvery now and then I roam the catacombs in my head and attempt to resurrect you, and make you shiny again.
NICOLE LYONSHe calms my chaos and I fuel his fire. We are a match made between heaven and hell.
NICOLE LYONSThe deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.
NICOLE LYONSThere is no greater power than that of the sun, the moon, and a woman who knows her worth.
NICOLE LYONSAnd now I wander. Forever searching for the pieces of me I should have never given away.
NICOLE LYONSI have known love and I have known loss, but in the end, they both looked a lot like you.
NICOLE LYONSI am world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.
NICOLE LYONSBe bold, child. You are rare and you are brazen light.
NICOLE LYONSI like my soul when it touches yours; winter turns to summer and my nightmares become dreams.
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 LYONSThey build ladders from my spine and they climb and they fall and they break me, and they climb again.
NICOLE LYONSWe were electric together, you and me; we turned hurting each other into a goddamned symphony.
NICOLE LYONS