Never mess with a poets heart for they know how to turn broken pieces in a written masterpiece of art.
DANIELA SENICKNever mess with a poets heart for they know how to turn broken pieces in a written masterpiece of art.
More Daniela Senick Quotes
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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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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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Let the moon teach you the art of scars. How beautiful you can shine, even with craters in your heart.
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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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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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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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We all deserve to find that one special person, who sees and feels the rarity of our souls.
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When I write poems about my feelings for you, it seems that even my words blush.
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True love should give you the taste of sugar on your lips, and not the salty aftertaste of tears.
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I hope you can feel me when I think of you.
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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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I turned my scars into wisdom, and my past into lessons learnt.
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Beneath every scar there lies a tragedy, that we try to heal through writing poetry.
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Destiny broke her, but poetry saved her.
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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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