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 IVERSENDo I need you? No. But I want you. Like the fish seek warmer waters and the birds the brighter skies.
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You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.
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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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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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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 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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Go on then, color me broken whilst I feign my surprise. Let me summon some sorrow for this wreckage inside.
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And just like that, fostered beneath the stars. curated by moonlight, our love became incarnate.
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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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And if it’s true that trust, like happiness is a choice, then I’ll take this leap of faith.
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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.
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You pack your whole life away as many times as I have, and it’s no more than routine. But in you I’ve found a home, more so than anywhere I’ve been.
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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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I sell my pain in beauty. Wrap it in words. Package it in pleasantries, and deliver it in verse.
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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?
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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.
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