Burnt mirror, smeared glass. Do you like what you see? If my body is a temple, then my poetry is the darkest vestry. My mouth is a chalice, and these words are sacramental.
GEMMA IVERSENLets conduct a study. Let’s pull up a jury. Are you a beautiful person? or inclined to wanton fury.
More Gemma Iversen Quotes
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I can fade to darkness too. Through fear or want or need, its true. If only to escape the truth; that loneliness abides with you.
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She can shake away the recent frost of misery and pain. As life takes in a vivid sense of meaning once again.
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I am ruled by emotion. She is a fickle leader of a volatile kingdom, where conniving skies cast intemperate clouds over my constitution.
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Go on then, color me broken whilst I feign my surprise. Let me summon some sorrow for this wreckage inside.
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Champagne on our lips and desire on our minds and you can leave those painful memories behind and you can bring your hand to my heart as we kiss. There’s nothing else but us on nights like this.
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Lets conduct a study. Let’s pull up a jury. Are you a beautiful person? or inclined to wanton fury.
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I wished for nothing more than the warm crushing of your hold. It would be strong enough to shield me from the world as I grew old.
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Stay with me on this long night, til the dawn turns crow skies bright. Bring your skin to join with mine, and make in me a transient shine.
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Guess who’s flying free now? You, a mere speck of the ground. And I, lost and found amongst the clouds.
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To all those I have loved and left, please know, it wasn’t you. For though I’d not wish you bereft, this heart seeks pastures new.
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You demanded silence and I became sonorous.
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Experience has taught me to tell the difference between a man that wants to tame me, mute my voice and claim me, and a man that is bold enough to let me be free.
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I was told I could break free if I wanted to. That my wings would mend with time. But how can I mend a part of me that was never built to weather a storm?
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Do I need you? No. But I want you. Like the fish seek warmer waters and the birds the brighter skies.
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What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.
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