Sometimes the memories become too much,
and I wonder if you have locked me away
as I have you.
And if every now and again I begin kicking
through the walls of your mind,
overwhelming you,
and if I do I wonder if you quietly surrender,
or if you furiously gasp for air
when the regret takes you under, too.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Nicole Lyons 
Reblogged this on unevenstreetstudiosdotcom and commented:
I love this piece of poetry,
and the things she writes.
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Reblogged this on crjen1958.
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In a breath of fresh air
why do i care,
in for the ride,
i have nothing
to hide….
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ahhhh…… I have those locks too. It is wrenching when they break
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Been there, done that. —- Beautifully described.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole wonders, do you?
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