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 SENICKWhen I write poems about my feelings for you, it seems that even my words blush.
More Daniela Senick Quotes
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Never mess with a poets heart for they know how to turn broken pieces in a written masterpiece of art.
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In the nights when our souls melt together into one, even the moon blushes.
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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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My soul is too deep for those who do not dare to dive their head under the waters surface.
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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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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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True love should give you the taste of sugar on your lips, and not the salty aftertaste of tears.
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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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Let the moon teach you the art of scars. How beautiful you can shine, even with craters in your heart.
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In the veins of poets flows ink, with which they create words for eternity. When they die a part of their souls will still stay alive in their poetry.
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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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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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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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I never valued the meaning of words that much, Until I realized how healing they are.
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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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