Most Days

I don’t know if I will ever know the truth of us, and what could have been, what should have been, what will never be. But I do know I loved you and I think you may have loved me too, and most days that is enough. Nicole Lyons 2017

Bring Your Wishes

It is empty in here. This place that once felt the fire of falling stars is now cold in his fading light. So I shall invite you in and ask you to bring your wishes, and perhaps the both of us will burst like suns again.   © Nicole Lyons 2017

I Would Run

I feel what you feel, and I know what you know, and in another time or another place, on every other plane of existence, I would run anywhere with you.

Unbalanced

I have God in my words and the devil in my ear, and a sister, who keeps telling me to find my magic. © Nicole Lyons 2017 

Shallow Graves

I think I die a little with every cliché I write, but I take comfort from the souls I have buried beneath my bullshit. © Nicole Lyons 2017

Mind Fuck

Perhaps it wasn’t only my hair he had knotted in his fist; for upon my release I found my mind had been pulled as if it had knees on which I would beg as I crawled toward him, neck deep in a pool of silver and my name; reaching to cling to the tip of … Continue reading Mind Fuck

Take me to church

It was the way he said my name that sent shockwaves through my body. Sacred. A hymn on his lips that could almost convince God himself to absolve us of all of our sins. © Nicole Lyons 2016