It should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.
LANG LEAVIt should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.
LANG LEAVAre 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?
LANG LEAVI 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.
LANG LEAVDoesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
LANG LEAVI still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.
LANG LEAVTake 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.
LANG LEAVThe memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.
LANG LEAVThere is one who you belong to, whose love- there is no song for.
LANG LEAVPeople who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
LANG LEAVThe things that seem to matter less, are the ones we put on show.
LANG LEAVThe greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation.
LANG LEAVHow much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.
LANG LEAVHe 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.
LANG LEAVI am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.
LANG LEAVIt’s so dark right now, I can’t see any light around me. That’s because the light is coming from you. You can’t see it but everyone else can.
LANG LEAVThen there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.
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