It’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 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 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 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 loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
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.
LANG LEAVI want you to be happy. I want someone else to know the warmth of your smile, to feel the way I did when I was in your presence.
LANG LEAVSummer 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 LEAVThe sad thing is,” she said, “the moment you start to miss someone, it means they’re already gone.
LANG LEAVHere’s the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.
LANG LEAVBut when I look at you, I just know instinctively, that despite the odds against you and although life will always find a way to test you, someday you’ll have everything you want. Your ending will be a happy one.
LANG LEAVWhat is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.
LANG LEAVShe was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.
LANG LEAVOf all you’ve used against me, the worst has been my words.
LANG LEAVDon’t you get it?” he said. “The ones who are afraid of heights don’t trust themselves enough to jump.
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 LEAVIn the wrong hands, your past is a weapon.
LANG LEAV