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In her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.

Lang Leav

You know, missing someone can sometimes be the best thing for a writer.
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Best Missing Writing Yourself
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
Doesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
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Age Fall In Love Soul Yourself
That’s the thing about happiness. It doesn’t require justification.
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Happiness Justification
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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Break Up Cry Goodness Man Past Yourself
I have always thought of memories as fragments, like colored glass shards in a kaleidoscope. It is the source of great beauty in our lives, yet the cause of such heartache. It remains the bridge between our past and present – it gives weight and dimension to our very existence.
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Beautiful Color Dimension Existence Fragment Glass Greatness Heart Broken Memories Ourselves Source
My father was a house,my mother was a home.
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Family Father Home Mom Myself
Take me someplace where I can feel something-I want to give away my heart. Tell me his name so I can know love when it speaks to me. Give me someone I can write about.
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Feeling Heart Heart Broken Myself Name Place Writing
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
In time she will learn, not to miss them.
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Herself Learning Missing Time
For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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Herself Himself Love Poet Poetry
What is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.
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Melancholy Sadness Soul
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
When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am and we just are.
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Dry Existence Himself Myself Run Word
I will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you. The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.
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Celebration Life Moon Myself Sun Whole
Are you like me? Do you give too much, too quickly? Do you throw yourself blindly at the world, thinking that it will always open its arms up to you?
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Open Quick Thinking Throw World Yourself

In her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.

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