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.
DANIELA SENICKWhen 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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We all deserve to find that one special person, who sees and feels the rarity of our souls.
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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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She was poetry for a man who wasn’t able to feel her words.
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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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I turned my scars into wisdom, and my past into lessons learnt.
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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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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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Never hold her back from the things she does, with passion in her heart and love in her soul.
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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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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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I never valued the meaning of words that much, Until I realized how healing they are.
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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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Seduce my mind find my soul before your hands touch me.
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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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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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