Why do you write? he asked. So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply. Because you won’t take it from me.
LANG LEAVWhy do you write? he asked. So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply. Because you won’t take it from me.
LANG LEAVIt was words that I fell for. In the end, it was words that broke my heart.
LANG LEAVIt should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.
LANG LEAVBut tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.
LANG LEAVI love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
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 LEAVIt 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 LEAVI think the mysterious pull that draws you to another person is identical to the one that moves our eyes upward to the stars.
LANG LEAVAnd I told him, if I am so hard to love, then let me run wild.
LANG LEAVThe feeling is like the ocean. Sometimes calm and still; other times, it’s a hurricane.
LANG LEAVI loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
LANG LEAVA Betrayal I cannot undo what I have done; I can’t un-sing a song that’s sung. And the saddest thing about my regret- I can’t forgive me, and you can’t forget.
LANG LEAVWhen words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am and we just are.
LANG LEAVThere is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way-has an almost hypnotic effect.
LANG LEAVThe second I tried to tell myself I wasn’t in love was the moment I realized I was.
LANG LEAVStrange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
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