LISTEN and SILENT have the same letters. It means, when someone is SILENT then LISTEN, for silence speaks volumes.
DANIELA SENICKThey fell for her poetry But ran from her chaos.
More Daniela Senick Quotes
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She is someone who falls in love with imperfections. Like the moon with all her craters, hearts with cracks, and souls with scars. For she knows they carry the deepest and truest love of all deep inside.
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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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Baby, tonight prepare yourself for a perfect storm, I will come over you like a hurricane with a terrifying force.
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When I write poems about my feelings for you, it seems that even my words blush.
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If she lets you be a part of her life, you have to understand that she thinks you know how to deal with hurricanes.
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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 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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My soul is too deep for those who do not dare to dive their head under the waters surface.
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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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In the nights when our souls melt together into one, even the moon blushes.
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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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Beneath every scar there lies a tragedy, that we try to heal through writing poetry.
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I turned my scars into wisdom, and my past into lessons learnt.
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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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