LISTEN and SILENT have the same letters. It means, when someone is SILENT then LISTEN, for silence speaks volumes.
DANIELA SENICKWrite 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.
More Daniela Senick Quotes
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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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I knew it was real love the moment I could bare myself to you naked (without taking my clothes off) and I could show you all my scars (the ones that are invisible to the naked eye) and you loved me even more.
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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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Tonight skin on skin is not close enough. I want to feel you deep within.
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Poetry 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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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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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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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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She was poetry for a man who wasn’t able to feel her words.
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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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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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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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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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Beneath every scar there lies a tragedy, that we try to heal through writing poetry.
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When I write poems about my feelings for you, it seems that even my words blush.
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