Sometimes I am caught between poetry and prose, like two lovers I can’t decide between. Prose says to me, let’s build something long and lasting. Poetry takes me by the hand, and whispers, come with me, let’s get lost for awhile.
LANG LEAVDo you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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When you lose a person, a whole universe goes along with them.
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When you don’t have the whole attention of someone, you find yourself begging for it from everyone.
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I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.
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In a sea of strangers, you’ve longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores.
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You’re still crying about him aren’t you? Silly girl. What good will it do you to spill those sky blu tears? You meant either everything to him or absolutely nothing at all.
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Don’t you get it?” he said. “The ones who are afraid of heights don’t trust themselves enough to jump.
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If you love my heart and mind, then you would love me, for all that I’m. But if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
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It was a kind love, a selfless love. I was a dreamer, and you were a traveler. We met at the crossroads. I saw love in your smile, and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch, and I was already home.
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I don’t know how you are so familiar to me-or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before-in another time, a different place, some other existence.
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What is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.
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I just hope you realize how much you mean to me. I just wish I could remind you of how beautiful you are. I’m sorry I haven’t told you in so long. But please don’t think I have given up on you. I will never give up on you. My arms are wide open. There is always a place for you here.
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And the weather was so damn sick of being predictable; I heard it began snowing in the Sahara and I wanted to tell you that I’ve changed.
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The distance from you is measured in how far I’ve come.
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When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch.
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A Betrayal I cannot undo what I have done; I can’t un-sing a song that’s sung. And the saddest thing about my regret- I can’t forgive me, and you can’t forget.
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We spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given?
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I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.
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Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.
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And if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. How love never really ends. How your heart breaks the same way it beats, again and again, and again.
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It was beautifully worded and painfully read; the things that were written, were those never said.
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That’s the thing about happiness. It doesn’t require justification.
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I had no way of knowing, when I was sitting alone in that tiny bedroom, that in just a few short months, I would meet the love of my life: a man who lived across the ocean from me, in a little house by the sea.
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Our emotions pull us in different directions. The stronger the emotion, the greater the pull. Feelings are not always practical, nor do they make any logical sense. That’s just the way it goes.
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But it was now time for her to go away-to find someone who could show her what happiness was.
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I am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.
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We number our days and divide our seasons. We endlessly define what it is to be in love. When in truth, spring blurs into summer and always has, long before that line was ever drawn.
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