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Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.

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Some days I feel like my soul is being pulled in one direction and my heart in another.
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Day Direction Feeling Heart Myself Soul
Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.
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Distance Myself Togetherness
It was pure bliss and absolute torture at the same time. I was in daze, as if my brain had suddenly packed up and gone on vacation. I could barely string words together in a sentence.
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Bliss Brain Myself Togetherness Torture Vacation
The second I tried to tell myself I wasn’t in love was the moment I realized I was.
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Love Moments Myself Realize
I don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
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Deep Myself People Poet Sadness Thinking Writing
He gave her such gifts – not the kind that were put in boxes, but the sort that filled her with imagination, breathing indescribable happiness into her life.
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Breathing Gift Happiness Herself Imagination Indescribable Kind Life
And I sighed and wept for what could not be–and for all that could have been.
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Cry Dream Future Myself Sadness
Where are you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.” “Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.
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Finding Life Love Myself Searching
I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
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Love Myself Relationship Thinking Yourself
Here and now I love you, for the moment you have my heart. But you are entitled to my future, you have no ownership of my past.
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Future Heart I Love You Moments Myself Ownership Past
But it was now time for her to go away-to find someone who could show her what happiness was.
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Finding Happiness Herself Time
It is the mark of a great poet to write words that feel as though they have stood witness to your most intimate memory of love.
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Greatness Intimate Love Memories Poet Writing Yourself
The less you speak, the more weight your words will carry when you do.
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Important Talk Value Weight Word Yourself
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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Hands Poetry Reminder Yourself
People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
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People Poet Sadness Writing
I was loved in my dreams last night. It echoed through me like thunder-I felt it through and through.
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Dreams Love Myself Night Thunder

Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.

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