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 IVERSENSomedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.
More Gemma Iversen Quotes
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You demanded silence and I became sonorous.
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You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.
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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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Go on then, color me broken whilst I feign my surprise. Let me summon some sorrow for this wreckage inside.
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Do I need you? No. But I want you. Like the fish seek warmer waters and the birds the brighter skies.
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Somedays, I just need to switch it all off, and turn to the trees.
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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.
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She can shake away the recent frost of misery and pain. As life takes in a vivid sense of meaning once again.
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How are you yet to learn? I don’t want grand gestures. I don’t want the world on a plate, the best life has to offer, material things or flashy gimmicks. I just want you with me.
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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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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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I looked again at my new ring and in that moment all I knew, was that the greatest of adventures would be revealed in with you.
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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.
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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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Guess who’s flying free now? You, a mere speck of the ground. And I, lost and found amongst the clouds.
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