All Quotes By Tag: Poetry-quotes

“The first time I saw your face, my lips said, “hello” and my heart said, “that’s your wife.”

“He walked out the door and with each step my heart breaks.He’d be gone for days with long silences between each breath.I know I’m his one of many and he knows he’s my one of one. The only one who holds him down.Yet, he still leaves.He walks through the door and with each step my heart leaps.He crumbles to the ground in tears telling me he’s sorry.He says he needs me and he’s nothing without me.How can he be so attached and detached at the same time?I swear, this man loves to see me in pain.”

“You’re beautiful everyday. You just lack the courage confidence to see it.”

“He was the hunter of my soul,lying in wait – silently and motionless.Coaxing me out of hiding,Enticing me with love,Dangling hope in my face. Pulling me in, drawing me close.I gave in and walked into his trap.He did a good job too, tearing me apart and ripping my heart out. He was the hunter and I, the game.How could I forget that a hunter’s job is to kill?”

“I tasted danger on his lips and became an addict.A slave to adrenaline and irrational behaviour.We lived recklessly in a dramatic whirl;Clubbing and Cutting,Drinking and Driving,Fighting and Fucking,Smoking and Snorting,Overdoing and Overdosing. I tasted danger on his lips and lost my way.”

“There’s something about her.It’s not her smile or grace,It’s not her beauty or race,It’s not her scent or warm embrace,Maybe it’s her laugh or the shape of her face.No, that’s not the case.It’s just her.”

“You’re beautiful everyday. You just lack the confidence to see it.”

“My soul is crushed under the weight of tears I can’t spill.”

“Emotional pain was the price I paid on the path to becoming a woman. So excuse me if I’m not clueless like a little girl.”

“If happiness left scars on our bodies, we would never forget about all the glorious moments we’ve been blessed with.”

“The sins of my youth hunt me down with ferocity, they are new every morningMy soul is troubled, and I am graced with disgrace This is a losing war, and my determination seems not enough to deliver meI have prayed and I have interceded, I have stayed up all night hoping to reconfigure my brain I pray and I plead and I pray to the heavens, lest the fingers that fed me forget meMy shameful lust has stripped me of all dignity, as I bow down and am made slave to sin Bound by my own iniquity, the wrath of God draws nearerI can only plead for mercy for so long, before I am considered a lost causeA solution for my madness is not evident, and my deliverance is nowhere in sightThis is sinking sand upon which I tread, and the clock is ticking”

“I see now that life is warbut I am so tired -”

“Poetry will die when love and pain cease to exist.”

“if what is true brings us sorrow, / if what sorrow brings is truth”

“Before she knew it, she was just another set of eyes in a dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak.”