I hope you can feel me when I think of you.
DANIELA SENICKShe 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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I never valued the meaning of words that much, Until I realized how healing they are.
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Destiny broke her, but poetry saved her.
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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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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.
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She was poetry for a man who wasn’t able to feel her words.
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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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Beneath every scar there lies a tragedy, that we try to heal through writing poetry.
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My soul is too deep for those who do not dare to dive their head under the waters surface.
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When you stumble and fall on your knees, it does not mean you are weak. The only important is your braveness while you stand up again and face it.
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In the nights when our souls melt together into one, even the moon blushes.
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I closed my eyes held my face towards the sky and prayed inwardly for strength to grow. And suddenly it began to rain.
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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.
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Plant seeds of hope in the cracks of your broken heart, with a little bit of patience it will soon begin to bloom again.
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When I write poems about my feelings for you, it seems that even my words blush.
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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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