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Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.

Emily Kurc

The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
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Brave Enough Future Talk Worth
I think I’ll always remember your birthday and the way you took your coffee because they’ll forever be pieces of you I cannot burn.
EMILY KURC

Burn Coffee Forever Myself Pieces Remember Thinking Way
We all show our true colors eventually – mine is dark and firesome red. I bet I burned you. I don’t expect to see you soon.
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Burn Color Darkness Expectation Myself True Yourself
You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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Deserve Myself Poetry Satisfaction
There were still embers scattered around me from the bridges I have burned. I wonder if they can feel it too. The space between us lingering like a scarlet letter, I’m learning how to love again.
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Bridge Learning Love Myself Scatter Wonder
I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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Art Broken Heart Learning Myself
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.
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Cry Laughter Myself Night Reason Time
There was a time when I loved you too much that it made me feel the darkest shades of blue. It’s been years now, but I’m seeing life in other colors again.
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Darkness Feeling Life Love Relationship Time Yourself
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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Heart Love Myself Plane
I woke up this morning and for once, I had no desire to drink my morning coffee. Is that how it felt for you to wake up and never return?
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Coffee Desire Drink Morning Return Wake Up Yourself
I know I write too many love poems, and perhaps this is me admitting that the love inside me is still there somewhere, stagnant – but its a cruel addiction. I need a intervention.
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Addiction Cruel Love Myself Need Poem Writing
There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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Hesitation See Time Touch Yourself
Each time I fall back in love with myself, I leave my pen and paper behind. It isn’t personal, or maybe it is. I just a always thought that poetry was for the hurting.
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Hurt Leaving Love Myself Poetry Time
I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
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Beginning Fade Feeling Heart Love Myself Time
I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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Love Myself Right Teaching Yourself
Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
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Build Fade Heart Myself Secret Voice

Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.

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