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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.

Lang Leav

I’m the one having to pander to you. I’m sick of being the one doing all the chasing. I’m not asking you to make me a priority – I know you’ve got a lot going on. But at least meet me halfway.
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Chase Myself Priority Sick Value
Some days I feel like my soul is being pulled in one direction and my heart in another.
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Day Direction Feeling Heart Myself Soul
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
Every day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
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Day Drag Measurement Myself Past Present
And I told him, if I am so hard to love, then let me run wild.
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Hard Love Myself Run Wild
But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.
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Belief Future Hope Myself
And you said ecstasy was a storm cloud, just before the rain would burst into the night sky, like a thousand aquatic stars-and not one single moment before.
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Burst Cloud Moments Oneself Rain Storm
I am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.
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Gratitude Myself Nostalgia Relationship Yourself
I know love because I am in love. Because of how long I’ve loved. Because of the man I love.
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Known Love Man Myself
I will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you. The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.
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Celebration Life Moon Myself Sun Whole
Where are you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.” “Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.
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Finding Life Love Myself Searching
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
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
Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.
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Best Lose Lost Ourselves Understand Version Way
A 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.
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Betrayal Forgiveness Regret Sadness Sing 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

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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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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