A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
EMILY KURC
When the leaves begin to fall, I find myself returning to old playlists in hopes that I can feel you holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or hear you singing my name into songs and blueing when it makes no sense.
More Emily Kurc Quotes
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A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
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You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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When the leaves begin to fall, I find myself returning to old playlists in hopes that I can feel you holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or hear you singing my name into songs and blueing when it makes no sense.
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Even the places we used to visit in this empty town feel lyrical. My heart can’t help but sing along even now, but I’m tired.
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I no longer wear my heart on my sleeve. Instead, I keep this love folded up, like a tiny paper plane, until my heart is ready to soar again.
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I miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.
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When I look at you, I see the moon – I wish you could see that you’re every poets muse.
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I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
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The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
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The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.
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I bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.
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Do ghosts get tired of haunting? Of chasing old flames in darkness, of walking through dreams casting shadows against walls, against hearts, do they feel themselves forgotten?
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I laugh and I cry and I reason on until the late night, but I never feel the urge to call you. The person that I once knew is forever frozen in time.
EMILY KURC