I guess we all understand the love language fine; but maybe truth is we’re just too fluent in goodbyes.
ODD KENI can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
More Odd Ken Quotes
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Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.
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Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
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After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
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I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
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Today I can see the cracks on the wall they’re visible; but I can tell they are finding their way to soil, And so am I.
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The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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I’ve been to the countryside a couple of times. Somedays it is all wood and grass and empty. Other days it feels like you!
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Somedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!
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I knew you would leave someday; And from there a poet will be born from the ashes.
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If ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!
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I held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
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Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
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I’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
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I’ve been quiet most of today. By which I mean I can see myself in the mirror; And believe me it is something hard to look at these days.
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There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.
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I don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
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And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.
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Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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When I say I love you, I mean something raw something below the surface of all waters; something almost too naked and true!
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All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
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It is my dying wish to travel around the world; to feel this hurt in a slightly different way!
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Often times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.
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Maybe water is not entirely lost when soaked into sand. Maybe it finds a better resting place to call home; and I hope she did too.
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In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
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