If you love my heart and mind, then you would love me, for all that I’m. But if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
LANG LEAVSome 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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Don’t stay where you are needed. Go where you are loved.
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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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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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You must emerge from adversity, scathed but victorious to tell your story and, in turn, light the way for others.
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I don’t think about myself as much as I used to. I guess that’s a good thing. I only think about the things that are missing from me.
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Some days it felt like a burden, to smile for you. To keep the lines of worry from etching into your forehead.
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But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.
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I want you to be happy. I want someone else to know the warmth of your smile, to feel the way I did when I was in your presence.
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She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
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Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
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When someone stirs a world of emotion in you and it’s so intense you can barely stand to be with him.
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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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I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back.
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There are things I miss that I shouldn’t, and things I don’t that I should. Sometimes we want what we couldn’t, sometimes we love what we could.
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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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