How recklessly we turn
from strangers
to lovers,
and blindly back
to nothing.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
To Nothing
How recklessly we turn
from strangers
to lovers,
and blindly back
to nothing.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Sunshine on Razor Wire: perspectives from "inside"
presented by Kindra M. Austin
the maiden, mother and caffeinated crone
Poetry and prose by Basilike Pappa
So recklessly, indeed we do
Made mad by the venom of
Cupid’s random arrows.
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Prickly and deadly things, but oh so sweet.
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The sweetness part did come to mind, so I edited a little.
Oh, so recklessly we do,
Made Divinely Mad by
The sweet venom
Of Cupid’s random darts.
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Gorgeous
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Thank You – high praise considering the source.
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❤
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole considers a kind of madness.
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The very best kind. Thank you for the reblog Bob! ❤
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This leaves an aching echo in my heart. . .
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I send the good love to fill it ❤
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Oh. God. This.💔
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Reblogged this on Secret First Draft: Member of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
Nicole Lyons/The Lithium Chronicles
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Thank you so much
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