I knew you would leave someday; And from there a poet will be born from the ashes.
ODD KENI can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
More Odd Ken Quotes
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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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No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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Love is a job doer and a man slayer. Both equally efficient, until the taste of it is most felt on the cold side of the ribs.
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Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.
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This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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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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The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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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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Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
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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’ve seen it, I know it too; love still dances in the fire after the rescue.
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Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
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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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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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Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
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Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
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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 swear I love her so much that somedays I can’t quite tell if I’m just a good liar.
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Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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Like a fractured bone in the ribs, the heart can be painfully heavy sometimes.
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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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I held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
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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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