Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
ODD KENMaybe 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.
More Odd Ken Quotes
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If ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!
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Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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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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Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
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There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.
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I knew you would leave someday; And from there a poet will be born from the ashes.
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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 we all understand the love language fine; but maybe truth is we’re just too fluent in goodbyes.
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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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I guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.
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Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
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When I say I love you, I mean something raw something below the surface of all waters; something almost too naked and true!
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And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.
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Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
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Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
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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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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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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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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 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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Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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What if love has always been the quench and the fire? or perhaps all we need to lose to find all we need to have?
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I can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
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No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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Give everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
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