I am ruled by emotion. She is a fickle leader of a volatile kingdom, where conniving skies cast intemperate clouds over my constitution.
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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And if it’s true that trust, like happiness is a choice, then I’ll take this leap of faith.
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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.
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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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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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Somedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.
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I strip. In low light. In the silence of my room. I strip like an act of confession. Unclothing my meticulous mind and teasing language from the vestry of my soul.
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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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Lets conduct a study. Let’s pull up a jury. Are you a beautiful person? or inclined to wanton fury.
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Call me reckless, call me hopeless, say it to me, implore. Call me feckless, call me helpless, call me all those things and more. All I ask if that you heed the one good reason you’re ignored. Judge me all you like, its not you I do this for.
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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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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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A seed of suspicion. A sprout of doubt. A sapling of worry. But what an oak of strength I’ve become.
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And again I’m in your arms. Searching your skin for some small comfort. Your touch, this time, is love’s purest tender. Your hold, for now, is a fortress I feel safe in. Maybe, once more, I can call your body home.
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You don’t deserve her, but the least you can do is damned well love her.
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But are they protection or a cage? These ribs that ensnare my heart so.
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