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I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.

Lang Leav

She can feel it down to her very core-this is her time. She will not only climb mountains-she will move them too.
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Feeling Herself Inspirational Intense Mountain Movement
That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.
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Hands Oneself Sacred Writing
I think that bothers me more than anything. That he could look in my eyes and tell me something that is completely contrary to the truth.
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Eyes Myself Thinking Truth
I want you to remember my lips beneath your fingers and how you told me things you never told another soul. I want you to know that I have kept sacred, everything you had entrusted in me and I always will.
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Fingers Known Lips Myself Remember Sacred Soul
I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
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Love Myself Relationship Thinking Yourself
Isn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.
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Live Ourselves Strange True
People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
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People Poet Sadness Writing
But you’re not the kind of girl who builds her house from sticks; you are a fortress, stubborn and strong. Do not give away the keys to the kingdom to anyone less than a king.
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Build Home Kind Strong Stubborn Yourself
I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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Desire Enough Myself
Be patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.
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Finding Patience Voice World Yourself
Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.
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Abstraction Hands Light Love Moments Ourselves Shadow Wave
My heart is like a time capsule-it keeps safe the memory of you. I know it’s harder with you gone than if you had never been here at all-but I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
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Heart Memories Missing Safety Time
She was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.
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Book Scripture Word Writing Yourself
You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
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Chance Fall In Love Heart Yourself
Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.
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Eyes Intense Love Myself Relationship Thinking Tree
That’s the thing about happiness. It doesn’t require justification.
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Happiness Justification

I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.

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I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.

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