There are little deaths
in every bit of remembering,
and all of the forgetting.
The truth is I don’t know
if I should bleed for you,
or for me.
© Nicole Lyons 2016
Little Deaths
There are little deaths
in every bit of remembering,
and all of the forgetting.
The truth is I don’t know
if I should bleed for you,
or for me.
© Nicole Lyons 2016
the maiden, mother and caffeinated crone
Poetry and prose by Basilike Pappa
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Made me sigh Nicole– beautiful and full of longing and wistfulness.
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Beautiful
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Thank you
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Simple and true, many of them.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
From Nicole, small poem with big meaning
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Wow really stunning
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This almost slipped through the cracks. Glad I just noticed this. I love your short works. It is really hard to pull off and you do as good of a job as anyone I know. This is a wonderful work by one of my favorite poets!
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