He grabbed my hand as the flames licked at my feet and the devil and I danced.
EMILY KURCFaded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
More Emily Kurc Quotes
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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 miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.
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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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I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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Each night I sit at my windowsill like a wolf howling to the moon, hoping that somewhere you feel me calling to you.
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I am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
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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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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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A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
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I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.
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Be here with me tonight, and lets sing the saddest moon song there ever was.
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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.
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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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The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
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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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