I’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
ODD KENIf ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!
More Odd Ken Quotes
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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 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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And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.
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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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You’re gone. And I think I’m only trying to mean a lot to myself too.
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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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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 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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No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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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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Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
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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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Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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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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