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In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
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Break Up Fade Love Lying Memories Ourselves Time
Your first love isn’t the first person you give your heart to- it’s the first one who breaks it.
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Deep Heart Broken Love Oneself Yourself
The most beautiful thing is not when you learn to live without something: it’s the moment you realize you never needed it in the first place.
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Beautiful Learning Live Moments Need Place
The second I tried to tell myself I wasn’t in love was the moment I realized I was.
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Love Moments Myself Realize
How much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.
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Capability Love Myself Person
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.
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Greatness Intimate Love Memories Poet Writing Yourself
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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Beautiful Color Dimension Existence Fragment Glass Greatness Heart Broken Memories Ourselves Source
Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love – love is you.
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Call Hands Kiss Love Name Relationship Yourself
I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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Desire Enough Myself
It should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.
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Leave Mourn Myself Right World
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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Dry Existence Himself Myself Run Word
Doesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
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Age Fall In Love Soul Yourself
I learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.
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Award Heart Broken Learning Myself Prize Writing Yourself
Take 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.
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Feeling Heart Heart Broken Myself Name Place Writing
I missed you today. Between waking and sleeping, I thought of you.
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I Miss You Myself Sleeping Thinking Wake Up
Some Time Out The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
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Different Important Love Prime Time Togetherness

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