Plant seeds of hope in the cracks of your broken heart, with a little bit of patience it will soon begin to bloom again.
DANIELA SENICKI was not always strong. But I was always brave. And to be brave is strong enough.
More Daniela Senick Quotes
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They fell for her poetry But ran from her chaos.
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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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Never mess with a poets heart for they know how to turn broken pieces in a written masterpiece of art.
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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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When I write poems about my feelings for you, it seems that even my words blush.
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Whenever 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.
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I hope you can feel me when I think of you.
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I never valued the meaning of words that much, Until I realized how healing they are.
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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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Destiny broke her, but poetry saved her.
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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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Let the moon teach you the art of scars. How beautiful you can shine, even with craters in your heart.
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Before you let someone dive too deep in depths of your soul, make sure he knows how to swim.
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I knew it was real love the moment I could bare myself to you naked (without taking my clothes off) and I could show you all my scars (the ones that are invisible to the naked eye) and you loved me even more.
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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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