Before you let someone dive too deep in depths of your soul, make sure he knows how to swim.
DANIELA SENICKPoetry has its own language which can only be understood, when you read it with your heart and feel it within your soul.
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Beneath every scar there lies a tragedy, that we try to heal through writing poetry.
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She cannot Conquer your demons. But she can be the guiding light, which shines through the cracks of the darkest corners of your heart to blind them.
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We all deserve to find that one special person, who sees and feels the rarity of our souls.
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I was not always strong. But I was always brave. And to be brave is strong enough.
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You will find poems hidden on my whole body, Which I would never be able to put into words and write them out.
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Healing is like dealing with the moods of the moon. Somedays you feel the pain at its fullest and you don’t know how to make it through it, and other days it feels a little bit more bearable.
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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.
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Some people don’t even know, how precious they are. That they carry heart of gold inside their chest, and enchant us every day with their shining light.
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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.
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In the nights when our souls melt together into one, even the moon blushes.
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Never hold her back from the things she does, with passion in her heart and love in her soul.
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If she lets you be a part of her life, you have to understand that she thinks you know how to deal with hurricanes.
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When I write poems about my feelings for you, it seems that even my words blush.
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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.
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Destiny broke her, but poetry saved her.
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