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Lang Leav captures the intricacies of emotions like few others can. So he began to play them more and more until eventually, sad songs were all she would hear. One day, he noticed it had been a very long time since her last smile.
When he asked her why, she took both his hands in hers and kissed them warmly. She thanked him for his gift of music and poetry but above all else—for showing her sadness because she had known neither of these things before him.
But it was now time for her to go away—to find someone who could show her what happiness was. Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left. Jealousy It was the way you spoke about her. With animosity, regret, disdain and underneath it all— just a hint of pride.
Waking without You Every song that sings of him, from every heart heard breaking. I sing along in dreams of him, I cling to— when I start waking. That Day I remember our highs in hues, like the color of his eyes as the sun was setting; the pale of his hands in mine, and the blue of his smile. I remember our sorrows in shades, like the gray of the shadows, which loomed that day, and the white in his lie when he promised to stay.
The closer to loving me he grew, the more he would grow further. I tried to love him as his friend, then to love him as his lover; but he never loved me in the end— his heart was for another. A Lover's Past The turbulent turns and the tides that twist them. When what they once were, was how she had wished them. And all the joys he brought her, how she could list them. In time she will learn, not to miss them. Beauty's Curse Her bow is drawn to worlds of dark; where arrows spring and miss their mark.
She'll turn their heads— but not their hearts. Dead Butterflies I sometimes think about the fragility of glass—of broken shards tearing against soft skin. When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch. For years I've kept you in secret, behind a glass screen. I've watched helplessly as day after day, your new girlfriend becomes your wife and then later, the mother of your children.
Then realizing the irony in thinking you were the one under glass when in fact it has been me—a pinned butterfly—static and unmoving, watching while your other life unfolds. Wishful Thinking You say that you are over me, my heart— it skips, it sinks. I see you now with someone new, I stare, I stare, I blink.
Someday I'll be over you, I know, I know— I think. A Heavy Heart All you have done, I had hoped to pardon. When the death of love was slow for me— for you was sudden. Now the years go by, and my heart has hardened. Saving You The darkness takes him over, the sickness pulls him in; his eyes—a blown-out candle; I wish to go with him.
Sometimes I see a flicker— a light that shone from them; I hold him to me tightly, before he's gone again. An Answer To choose from there were many; among them, there were some. And of those I loved you, more than any— but not as much as one. Swan Song Her heart is played like well-worn strings; in her eyes, the sadness sings— of one who was destined for better things. 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. Sundays with Michael I hold my breath and count to ten, I stand and sit, then stand again. I cross and then uncross my legs, the planes are flying overhead. The dial turns with every twist, around the watch, around his wrist. Resting there with pen in hand, who could ever understand? The way he writes of all I dream, things kind yet cruel and in-between, where underneath those twisted trees, a pretty girl fallen to her knees.
Who could know the world we've spun? I shrug my shoulders and hold my tongue. I hold my breath and count to ten, I stand and sit, then stand again. Mornings with You I slowly wake as day is dawning, to fingertips and lips imploring. The sheets against my skin, he says, like wrapping paper on Christmas morning. Soul Mates I don't know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place—some other existence.
A Fairy Tale Start of spring; heart in bloom; our whisperings in sunlit rooms. Summer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss good night. Always You were you, and I was I; we were two before our time. I was yours before I knew, and you have always been mine too. A Dream As the Earth began spinning faster and faster, we floated upwards, hands locked tightly together, eyes sad and bewildered. We watched as our faces grew younger and realized the Earth was spinning in reverse, moving us backwards in time.
Then we reached a point where I no longer knew who you were and I was grasping the hands of a stranger. But I didn't let go. And neither did you. I had my first dream about you last night. She smiles. What was it about?
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