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In the nights when our souls melt together into one, even the moon blushes.

Daniela Senick

My soul is too deep for those who do not dare to dive their head under the waters surface.
DANIELA SENICK

Dare Deep Head Myself Soul Surface Water
LISTEN and SILENT have the same letters. It means, when someone is SILENT then LISTEN, for silence speaks volumes.
DANIELA SENICK

Listen Silence Speak Volume
In the nights when our souls melt together into one, even the moon blushes.
DANIELA SENICK

Blush Moon Night Romance Sex Soul Togetherness
Through writing we try to give sense to the thoughts in our heads and the chaos in our souls and the scars in our hearts.
DANIELA SENICK

Chaos Head Heart Scar Sense Soul Thought Writing
You will find poems hidden on my whole body, Which I would never be able to put into words and write them out.
DANIELA SENICK

Body Hide Poetry Word Writing
True love should give you the taste of sugar on your lips, and not the salty aftertaste of tears.
DANIELA SENICK

Deep Lips Salt Sugar Taste Tears True Love
Seduce my mind find my soul before your hands touch me.
DANIELA SENICK

Hand Mind Myself Seduce Soul Touch
Destiny broke her, but poetry saved her.
DANIELA SENICK

Broken Heart Destiny One Liner Poetry
She plucked a feather from her magnificent wings and dipped it in ink. She wrote poems bled from her scars guided straight from the depths of her heart.
DANIELA SENICK

Bleed Depth Feather Guide Heart Herself Ink Magnificent Poetry Scars Wings
Whenever I look at you my thoughts are full of sensual poetry. But would I write about my feelings for you, my pen would begin to glow and my paper would immediately catch fire.
DANIELA SENICK

Feel Fire Glow Myself Paper Pen Poetry Sensual Thought Yourself
Write your lustful words with the invisible ink of your tongue upon every part of my body, until my mouth begins to moan every single letter in poetry.
DANIELA SENICK

Body Ink Invisible Love Lust Moan Myself Poetry Romance Sex Tongue Word Writing Yourself
Never mess with a poets heart for they know how to turn broken pieces in a written masterpiece of art.
DANIELA SENICK

Art Broken Heart Heart Mess Pieces Poet
I closed my eyes held my face towards the sky and prayed inwardly for strength to grow. And suddenly it began to rain.
DANIELA SENICK

Close Eyes Face Growth Nature Power Pray Rain Sky Strength Universe
Pain shapes us into writers, it cuts our veins open like a sharp knife. But while we are about to bleed dry, we turn our blood into ink.
DANIELA SENICK

Bleed Dry Ink Knife Pain Sharp Writer
Sometimes I write Because I don’t know what I’m feeling deep inside, or because I feel too many different feelings at the same time. And if I read it then it may make sense and will help me understand, what’s going on in my heart and head.
DANIELA SENICK

Different Feeling Head Heart Myself Read Writing
I never valued the meaning of words that much, Until I realized how healing they are.
DANIELA SENICK

Healing Myself Realize Value Word

In the nights when our souls melt together into one, even the moon blushes.

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