black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.

Lang Leav

And you said ecstasy was a storm cloud, just before the rain would burst into the night sky, like a thousand aquatic stars-and not one single moment before.
LANG LEAV

Burst Cloud Moments Oneself Rain Storm
I don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
LANG LEAV

Deep Myself People Poet Sadness Thinking Writing
In a sea of strangers, you’ve longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores.
LANG LEAV

Known Life Sailing Sea Shore Stranger
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.
LANG LEAV

Future Heart I Love You Moments Myself Ownership Past
I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.
LANG LEAV

Day Love Myself Smile Thinking Time Voice Yourself
You must emerge from adversity, scathed but victorious to tell your story and, in turn, light the way for others.
LANG LEAV

Adversity Light Story Victory Way Yourself
Give me something I can write about.
LANG LEAV

Myself Story Writing
I saw love in your smile and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch and I was already home.
LANG LEAV

Catch Home Love Myself Plane Recognition Smile
Summer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss goodnight.
LANG LEAV

Autumn Beginning Feeling Kissing Myself Summer
There are things we sacrifice for love, that we willingly give. But no one who loves you will ever ask you to give up more than you are willing.
LANG LEAV

Give Up Love Sacrifice Willing Yourself
And I told him, if I am so hard to love, then let me run wild.
LANG LEAV

Hard Love Myself Run Wild
How much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.
LANG LEAV

Capability Love Myself Person
It was beautifully worded and painfully read; the things that were written, were those never said.
LANG LEAV

Beautiful Myself Pain Reading Word
The things that seem to matter less, are the ones we put on show.
LANG LEAV

Oneself Show Value
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

Hands Poetry Reminder Yourself
I am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.
LANG LEAV

Gratitude Myself Nostalgia Relationship Yourself

In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

In the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Lang Leav Quotes