I used to only pick up a pen for myself but now I pick one up for you too. Is there such a thing as an unselfish love poem? I don’t know, but I’m trying.
NIKITA GILLAnd darling, I hope your remember to kiss the ghosts goodnight. They are only older versions of you that you have had to discard and forget.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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She is alone, and oh how brilliantly she shines.
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The bad new is, what was shattered may never be possible to rebuild. The good new is, what you make in its place will be better than what was destroyed.
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Anxious people are resorceful, they need to know how to keep the sea of panic at bay so they do not drown.
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It makes them feel a little free, to kiss something dangerous on the mouth.
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It happens suddenly. One day, your parents don’t pick you up any more.
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These are girls made of dark lace and witchcraft and a little bit of vice.
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You are a dangerous collection of all my favorite things. An old soul, a heart of gold, and hands that make my body sing.
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Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lightning in their souls. Thunder in their hearts. And chaos in their bones.
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If two Gods can love each other with no objection from the divine or the universe, who are mortals to tell other mortals who they can and cannot love?
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When I was a little girl, I had a friend and sometimes I wondered if he was born on the day the Titanic sank.
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Perhaps he should have paid attention to the snakes coiled inside me waiting to strike.
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A shadow is just a shadow until it starts to scare you.
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Grandmothers are a gift not to be taken lightly. So many lose them, before they are old enough to know their magic. I am glad my bones were born with this knowledge.
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Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.
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Some loves come with an expiration date, like all things that are perishable this kind of loves rot.
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