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
She will rise. With a spine of steel, and a roar like thunder, she will rise. © Nicole Lyons 2016
I see how your smile never quite reaches the sadness that swims in your eyes. And I can't help but wonder at the stunning beauty in your sorrow and the untold strength of your spirit, and how it is always the most precious souls who cloak their melancholy in courage. © Nicole Lyons 2016
Stop lighting yourself on fire to keep them warm, you will not become radiant. There will be nothing left of you but charcoal; a bitter aftertaste lingering before they spit you out.