She was poetry for a man who wasn’t able to feel her words.
DANIELA SENICKWhenever I look at you my thoughts are full of sensual poetry. But would I write about my feelings for you, my pen would begin to glow and my paper would immediately catch fire.
More Daniela Senick Quotes
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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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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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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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Never hold her back from the things she does, with passion in her heart and love in her soul.
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Beneath every scar there lies a tragedy, that we try to heal through writing poetry.
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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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LISTEN and SILENT have the same letters. It means, when someone is SILENT then LISTEN, for silence speaks volumes.
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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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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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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 hope you can feel me when I think of you.
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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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Destiny broke her, but poetry saved her.
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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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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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