Go on then, color me broken whilst I feign my surprise. Let me summon some sorrow for this wreckage inside.
GEMMA IVERSENLet 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.
More Gemma Iversen Quotes
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Champagne on our lips and desire on our minds and you can leave those painful memories behind and you can bring your hand to my heart as we kiss. There’s nothing else but us on nights like this.
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I sell my pain in beauty. Wrap it in words. Package it in pleasantries, and deliver it in verse.
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I’ve brought myself back to life more times than I can remember. And when I say I brought myself back, I mean, I have clawed, clambered and coaxed myself from the precipice of self destruction.
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You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.
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Somedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.
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Experience has taught me to tell the difference between a man that wants to tame me, mute my voice and claim me, and a man that is bold enough to let me be free.
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Call me reckless, call me hopeless, say it to me, implore. Call me feckless, call me helpless, call me all those things and more. All I ask if that you heed the one good reason you’re ignored. Judge me all you like, its not you I do this for.
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I am ruled by emotion. She is a fickle leader of a volatile kingdom, where conniving skies cast intemperate clouds over my constitution.
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Lets conduct a study. Let’s pull up a jury. Are you a beautiful person? or inclined to wanton fury.
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A seed of suspicion. A sprout of doubt. A sapling of worry. But what an oak of strength I’ve become.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Rise and shine, rise and shine. Fractious hope in life divine. Rise and flicker, rise and fade. Til’ death’s clasp I can’t evade.
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