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

Emily Kurc

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.
EMILY KURC

Darkness Feeling Life Love Relationship Time Yourself
Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
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Fingers Love Relationship Soft Sweet
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
There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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Hesitation See Time Touch Yourself
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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Empty Feeling Help Myself Place Tired Visit
You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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Deserve Myself Poetry Satisfaction
I am still weighed down by unspeakable heaviness- It follows like shadow currents.
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Current heavy Myself Shadow
Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
EMILY KURC

Instagram Captions Man Storm Yourself
The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.
EMILY KURC

Cry Myself Sky Tears Time
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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Feeling Flame Forget Ghost Haunt Old Philosophy
A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
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Emotion Feeling Live Myself Sea
I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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Hope Myself Storm Thinking
He grabbed my hand as the flames licked at my feet and the devil and I danced.
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Dance Devil Flame Hands Myself
A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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Ourselves Place Separation Story Trouble Writing
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.
EMILY KURC

Bridge Learning Love Myself Scatter Wonder
I thought time would heal my broken heart, but its been forever since I fell in love and I’m scared that you took pieces of me that can’t be replaced.
EMILY KURC

Broken Heart Healing Myself Pieces Replacement Scare Thinking Time

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

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