black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

Guess who’s flying free now? You, a mere speck of the ground. And I, lost and found amongst the clouds.

Gemma Iversen

Somedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Day Myself Nature Need Switch
I strip. In low light. In the silence of my room. I strip like an act of confession. Unclothing my meticulous mind and teasing language from the vestry of my soul.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Act Confession Language Light Mindset Myself Room Silence Soul Teasing
With all these past fears still written on my skin, it bruises me to let you in. Trauma’s that this body holds, still guard these tactile lips untold.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Body Bruise Guard Hold Lips Past Skin Writing
Let me show you how words can make merriment from the most bitter melancholy. How words softly spoken, can heal even the most insidious of wounds.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Healing Sadness Soft Word Wound
You don’t deserve her, but the least you can do is damned well love her.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Deserve Love Worth Yourself
And just like that, fostered beneath the stars. curated by moonlight, our love became incarnate.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Beneath Love Moon Stars
I couldn’t care less how much money a person has, or what their job title is. Show me a person who seeks out the beauty in a wreckage; who’ll take the remnants of their troubles and stitch a sail from the tatters.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Beautiful Care Job Money Myself Person Relationship Wreckage Yourself
I was told I could break free if I wanted to. That my wings would mend with time. But how can I mend a part of me that was never built to weather a storm?
GEMMA IVERSEN

Break Build Freedom Healing Myself Storm Wings
He loves me. He loves me not. Perhaps I’m one that fate forgot. Perhaps I wasn’t made for this, to lose myself in love’s first kiss.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Fate Forget Kiss Lose Love Myself Relationship
Do I need you? No. But I want you. Like the fish seek warmer waters and the birds the brighter skies.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Bright Myself Need Seek Warm Water
And again I’m in your arms. Searching your skin for some small comfort. Your touch, this time, is love’s purest tender. Your hold, for now, is a fortress I feel safe in. Maybe, once more, I can call your body home.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Arms Comfortable Myself Safety Search Skin
I wished for nothing more than the warm crushing of your hold. It would be strong enough to shield me from the world as I grew old.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Hold Myself Protection Warm World Yourself
Welcome to the heart of me, the purest, uncut parts of me. These inmost fragments that you see, from pain and passion came to be, in blemished, unclothed intimacy, existing here as poetry.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Existing Fragment Heart Intimacy Poetry Purity
What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.
GEMMA IVERSEN

End Feature Game Hate Love Yourself
Guess who’s flying free now? You, a mere speck of the ground. And I, lost and found amongst the clouds.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Attitude Break Up Fly Freedom Lost Relationship Yourself
I sell my pain in beauty. Wrap it in words. Package it in pleasantries, and deliver it in verse.
GEMMA IVERSEN

Beautiful Deliver Happiness Pain Verse Word Wrap

Guess who’s flying free now? You, a mere speck of the ground. And I, lost and found amongst the clouds.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

Guess who’s flying free now? You, a mere speck of the ground. And I, lost and found amongst the clouds.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Gemma Iversen Quotes