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In the nights when our souls melt together into one, even the moon blushes.

Daniela Senick

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.
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Chaos Head Heart Scar Sense Soul Thought Writing
They fell for her poetry But ran from her chaos.
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Chaos Fall Poetry Run
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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Alive Creation Death Eternity Forever Poet Poetry Soul Stay Word
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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Bleed Dry Ink Knife Pain Sharp Writer
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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Close Eyes Face Growth Nature Power Pray Rain Sky Strength Universe
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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Different Feeling Head Heart Myself Read Writing
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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Brave Fall Important Inspirational Knees Power Strength Weak Yourself
She was poetry for a man who wasn’t able to feel her words.
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Feel Herself Man Poetry Word
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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Bloom Broken Heart Healing Hope Patience Plant Seed
Never mess with a poets heart for they know how to turn broken pieces in a written masterpiece of art.
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Art Broken Heart Heart Mess Pieces Poet
When I write poems about my feelings for you, it seems that even my words blush.
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Blush Feel Myself Poetry Word Writing
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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Beautiful Emotion Gift Receive Word Writeing
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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Bleed Depth Feather Guide Heart Herself Ink Magnificent Poetry Scars Wings
My soul is too deep for those who do not dare to dive their head under the waters surface.
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Dare Deep Head Myself Soul Surface Water
Baby, tonight prepare yourself for a perfect storm, I will come over you like a hurricane with a terrifying force.
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Force Hurricane Myself Perfect Power Romance Sex Storm Terrify Yourself
LISTEN and SILENT have the same letters. It means, when someone is SILENT then LISTEN, for silence speaks volumes.
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Listen Silence Speak Volume

In the nights when our souls melt together into one, even the moon blushes.

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