Tonight skin on skin is not close enough. I want to feel you deep within.
DANIELA SENICKPain 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.
More Daniela Senick Quotes
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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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Never hold her back from the things she does, with passion in her heart and love in her soul.
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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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The most beautiful gift that a writer can receive is to know that the reader can feel the emotions in every word.
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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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Let the moon teach you the art of scars. How beautiful you can shine, even with craters in your heart.
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I can feel you in every part of my body. I do not know how you do it, that you still linger deep inside of my veins bones DNA without even being beside me. But you do and I love that.
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Seduce my mind find my soul before your hands touch me.
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She was poetry for a man who wasn’t able to feel her words.
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Baby, tonight prepare yourself for a perfect storm, I will come over you like a hurricane with a terrifying force.
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I hope you can feel me when I think of you.
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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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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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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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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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