Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
ODD KENThis ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
More Odd Ken Quotes
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Today I can see the cracks on the wall they’re visible; but I can tell they are finding their way to soil, And so am I.
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I guess this has been my confusion; where I went wrong. Thinking that love could possibly come as a thing without the burns.
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Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
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Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
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To me there was only ever you!
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Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
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Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.
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After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
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You’re gone. And I think I’m only trying to mean a lot to myself too.
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I’ve been to the countryside a couple of times. Somedays it is all wood and grass and empty. Other days it feels like you!
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This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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I don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
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It is my dying wish to travel around the world; to feel this hurt in a slightly different way!
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I can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
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I can feel the dust of her skin in my skin; and I think maybe that means these bones of mine have grown weary of crying too.
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These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.
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Breathe in the pain and bring out the wounds. It’s only a process and you’ll learn to survive the rest.
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All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
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I’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
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Maybe water is not entirely lost when soaked into sand. Maybe it finds a better resting place to call home; and I hope she did too.
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To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.
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I’ve been quiet most of today. By which I mean I can see myself in the mirror; And believe me it is something hard to look at these days.
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I guess you’re the bee and the stings all at once; By which I mean you’re the reason I wrap these tired bones around every aching thing.
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