Mixed With A Hint

It was my words
that spilled
from his lips,
my poetry
that poured
from his soul;
how was I to resist
my own passion,
mixed with a hint
of his own.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

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  1. Memories from a Tortured Mind

    Again I rise to the morning sun
    Tired as I was and still alone
    Long lost the will to smile again
    And search the shit pile some more.
    The envelope is sealed shut
    With nothing written inside
    It’s empty like me
    Alone.

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