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We spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given?

Lang Leav

For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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Herself Himself Love Poet Poetry
Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.
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Dormant Love Silence Time Volcano
And the weather was so damn sick of being predictable; I heard it began snowing in the Sahara and I wanted to tell you that I’ve changed.
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Change Myself Prediction Sick
The only ones they can turn against you are those who were never with you.
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Betrayal Loyalty Yourself
Like time suspended, a wound unmended – you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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End Life Myself Time Wound
The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.
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Fade Forget Memories Myself Time
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.
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Bury Hide Myself Person Poem Word Writing
When was the last time you felt like someone knew you and not the person you’ve been pretending to be. When was the last time you felt like yourself.
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Be Yourself Feeling Pretend Time
Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
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Name See Time Voice Yourself
I loved you more than love was allowed.
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Allow Excess I Love You Myself
That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.
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Friendship Night Talk
The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation.
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Heart Broken Hope Intense Love Relationship Salvation Soul
That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.
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Hands Oneself Sacred Writing
You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
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Chance Fall In Love Heart Yourself
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.
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Autumn Beginning Feeling Kissing Myself Summer
That’s the thing about happiness. It doesn’t require justification.
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Happiness Justification

We spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given?

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We spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given?

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