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Be here with me tonight, and lets sing the saddest moon song there ever was.

Emily Kurc

I miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.
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Bed Love Missing Myself Romance Togetherness
The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
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Brave Enough Future Talk Worth
I am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
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Current heavy Myself Shadow
The sun touched your skin with innocent delicacy as if you were a work of out that was made to be admired deeply.
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Admire Deep Innocence Skin Sun Touch Yourself
When I look at you, I see the moon – I wish you could see that you’re every poets muse.
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Moon Poet See Worth Writing Yourself
We all show our true colors eventually – mine is dark and firesome red. I bet I burned you. I don’t expect to see you soon.
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Burn Color Darkness Expectation Myself True Yourself
I no longer wear my heart on my sleeve. Instead, I keep this love folded up, like a tiny paper plane, until my heart is ready to soar again.
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Heart Love Myself Plane
Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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Myself Name Poison Taste
Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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Instagram Captions Man Storm Yourself
I know I write too many love poems, and perhaps this is me admitting that the love inside me is still there somewhere, stagnant – but its a cruel addiction. I need a intervention.
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Addiction Cruel Love Myself Need Poem Writing
I woke up this morning and for once, I had no desire to drink my morning coffee. Is that how it felt for you to wake up and never return?
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Coffee Desire Drink Morning Return Wake Up Yourself
I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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Love Myself Right Teaching Yourself
I have so much love to give even with these daggers still stuck in my heart.
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Heart Heart Broken Love Myself
Be here with me tonight, and lets sing the saddest moon song there ever was.
EMILY KURC

Moon Night Sad Sing Togetherness
He grabbed my hand as the flames licked at my feet and the devil and I danced.
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Dance Devil Flame Hands Myself
You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
EMILY KURC

Deserve Myself Poetry Satisfaction

Be here with me tonight, and lets sing the saddest moon song there ever was.

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