Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
ODD KENI guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.
More Odd Ken Quotes
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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 forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.
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I held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
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And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.
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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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All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
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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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I guess we all understand the love language fine; but maybe truth is we’re just too fluent in goodbyes.
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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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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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In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
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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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Give everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
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Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
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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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