Every day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
LANG LEAVEvery day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
LANG LEAVWe will remain unwritten through history, no X will mark us on the map; but in books of prose and poetry, you loved me once, in a paragraph.
LANG LEAVYou are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.
LANG LEAVAnything and everything, the two almost the same–everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim.
LANG LEAVI used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were there to protect you. But they’re no. People are lime whirlpools. They pull you in; they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.
LANG LEAVIf they were meant to be in your life, nothing cover ever make them leave. If they weren’t, nothing in the world could make them stay.
LANG LEAVYou were none, and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.
LANG LEAVBut it was now time for her to go away-to find someone who could show her what happiness was.
LANG LEAVThe time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
LANG LEAVYour first love isn’t the first person you give your heart to- it’s the first one who breaks it.
LANG LEAVI loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
LANG LEAVLet her be herself. Or she will be somebody else’s.
LANG LEAVBut tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.
LANG LEAVHow do I thank my mother for giving me the life she desperately wanted to give herself.
LANG LEAVWhat is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.
LANG LEAVIf you have to be with someone at all, then be with someone who makes you feel like you are still in control.
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