black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

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.

Lang Leav

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.
LANG LEAV

Greatness Intimate Love Memories Poet Writing Yourself
I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
LANG LEAV

Desire Enough Myself
Yes, I think it is entirely possible to fall in love with someone you’ve never met. Physicality is an expression of intimacy- not an indication of it.
LANG LEAV

Expression Fall In Love Intimate Myself Possible Thinking
In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
LANG LEAV

Break Up Fade Love Lying Memories Ourselves Time
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
LANG LEAV

Darkness Heard Life Reply Silence Time
I’m a stranger in my own life.
LANG LEAV

Life Myself Stranger
I am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.
LANG LEAV

Gratitude Myself Nostalgia Relationship Yourself
Don’t you get it?” he said. “The ones who are afraid of heights don’t trust themselves enough to jump.
LANG LEAV

Enough Fall Height Jump Trust Yourself
I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
LANG LEAV

Break Up Explanation I Love You Myself
You can create something that is pure genius, but you have to get your timing right.
LANG LEAV

Creation Genius Pure Right Timing Yourself
I think that bothers me more than anything. That he could look in my eyes and tell me something that is completely contrary to the truth.
LANG LEAV

Eyes Myself Thinking Truth
Let her be herself. Or she will be somebody else’s.
LANG LEAV

Be Yourself Herself Identity
Maybe we slip in and out of alternate worlds through our minds and our imaginations, picking up scar tissue from other dimensions.
LANG LEAV

Dimension Imagination Mindset Ourselves Pick Scars World
I have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.
LANG LEAV

Bury Hide Myself Person Poem Word Writing
Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to know one other.
LANG LEAV

Calendar Clock Distance Feeling Known Soul Time Togetherness
You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.
LANG LEAV

Blood Page Writing Yourself

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.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

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.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Lang Leav Quotes