When I look at you, I see the moon – I wish you could see that you’re every poets muse.
EMILY KURCEach night I sit at my windowsill like a wolf howling to the moon, hoping that somewhere you feel me calling to you.
More Emily Kurc Quotes
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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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The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.
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You don’t deserve my poetry. I hate that I give you that satisfaction still.
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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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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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Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.
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There was a hesitation in your touch only time could see.
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The sun touched your skin with innocent delicacy as if you were a work of out that was made to be admired deeply.
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I like to think of myself as the sun, but it gets really lonely all the way out here especially when everything I try to touch burns.
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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 miss the sweat of september and the stickiness of the sheets.
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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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Men like you were never meant for storms like us.
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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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The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
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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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My mother always told me that love is like a plant, but she never prepared me for the realization that too much love towards the wrong person can drown your heart until it rots.
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I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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Spill yourself onto the page with ink and a half healed heart and watch the words blossom.
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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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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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Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
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Leave me like you mean it. My heart can’t keep waiting for you.
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I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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I hope you think of me during every thunderstorm.
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