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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.

Lang Leav

In her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.
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Better Destiny Eyes Sadness Sing
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
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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Hands Lost Lover Myself Poetry
I had no way of knowing, when I was sitting alone in that tiny bedroom, that in just a few short months, I would meet the love of my life: a man who lived across the ocean from me, in a little house by the sea.
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Known Love Man Miracle Myself Relationship
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
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Darkness Heard Life Reply Silence Time
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 won’t hear from me again after today, and I don’t want you to worry. I’ll be okay. Because I have to be.
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Break Up Leave Myself Worry
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 less you speak, the more weight your words will carry when you do.
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Important Talk Value Weight Word Yourself
For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.
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Death I Love You Relationship
Yes, we took it all for granted-but isn’t that such a blessed thing? When you’re not even thinking about what you have, because you never imagine you someday won’t.
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Blessing Grant Imagination Relationship Thinking Yourself
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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Break Known Myself Teaching Way
Fear isn’t a reason when it comes to love–it’s an excuse. Anyone who has ever been in love will tell you that.
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Excuse Fear Love Reason Yourself
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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Hands Poetry Reminder Yourself
Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.
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Eyes Intense Love Myself Relationship Thinking Tree
In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
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Break Up Fade Love Lying Memories Ourselves Time

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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