Strange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
LANG LEAVI loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
More Lang Leav Quotes
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You only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
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I have always thought of memories as fragments, like colored glass shards in a kaleidoscope. It is the source of great beauty in our lives, yet the cause of such heartache. It remains the bridge between our past and present – it gives weight and dimension to our very existence.
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You said my sadness was like the sun, beautiful from a distance but it hurt you too much to come closer.
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You must emerge from adversity, scathed but victorious to tell your story and, in turn, light the way for others.
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The greatest injustice I have suffered has come under the pretense of love.
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I look for you, the way I was taught to look both ways when crossing the road. Uptight and wary, bracing myself for something I know could break me.
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If you have to be with someone at all, then be with someone who makes you feel like you are still in control.
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Sometimes I am caught between poetry and prose, like two lovers I can’t decide between. Prose says to me, let’s build something long and lasting. Poetry takes me by the hand, and whispers, come with me, let’s get lost for awhile.
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Knowing sleep will set it right – if you were not to wake.
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Give me something I can write about.
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He and I When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am, and we just are.
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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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Be patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.
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Before I fell in live with words, with setting skies and singing birds – it was you I fell in love with first.
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Where the strangers we meet, take us down one way streets, and forgetting is something we’re taught.
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