Lullabies, Lang Leav
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Lullabies

Amalie Steinmeier
Amalie Steinmeierцитирует3 года назад
Here are the things I want for you.
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.
I want you to know how happy you once made me and though you really did hurt me, in the end, I was better for it. I don’t know if what we had was love, but if it wasn’t, I hope never to fall in love. Because of you, I know I am too fragile to bear it.
I want you to remember my lips beneath your fingers and how you told me things you never told another soul. I want you to know that I have kept sacred, everything you had entrusted in me and I always will.
Saeko
Saekoцитирует9 месяцев назад
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.
layanosani
layanosaniцитирует7 месяцев назад
“There is only one fish I want to catch and so, no other holds my interest.”
Saeko
Saekoцитирует9 месяцев назад
There once was a song
you reminded her of—
she no longer longs,
yet she still loves.
Saeko
Saekoцитирует9 месяцев назад
“Where are you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.”
“Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.”
Uriah Espineda
Uriah Espinedaцитирует9 месяцев назад
How the wind howls as the sea whispers, I miss you.
Come back to me.
(Potassium)arrel
(Potassium)arrelцитируетв прошлом году
Always seeking,
each moment fleeting;
this is where
my soul will rest.

With you I’ve fulfilled,
our destined meeting;
my tired hand,
against your chest.

This is the heart,
that keeps mine beating—
these are the eyes
that mine know best.
chella
chellaцитируетв прошлом году
Tsunamis

Be careful about giving your heart too quickly, I was told.
Boys only have one thing on their minds, they cautioned.
I don’t know if he truly loves me—how can I be sure? I can’t say with any conviction that he won’t break my heart—but how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
He swept in like a tsunami, wave after wave, and I didn’t stand a chance. All those warnings, all the things they tried to prepare me for—lost in an instant—to the enormity of what I felt.
afatiyeva
afatiyevaцитируетв прошлом году
Minefield

If you know a boy with eyes of quiet wonderment, who smiles often and speaks rarely—someone who pays the same respect to words as he would a minefield—who thinks deeply and is endearingly sad—please do not give your heart to him. Even when he gently pleads with you—or clutches your hand with grave earnest—no matter how he tries to convince you, please turn him away. You don’t know him like I know him. You can’t love him like I do.
ainirdw93
ainirdw93цитирует2 года назад
Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.”
Laurencia Kelsey
Laurencia Kelseyцитирует2 года назад
Amends
I wonder if there will be a morning when you’ll wake up missing me. That some incident in your life would have finally taught you the value of my worth. And you will feel a surge of longing, when you remember how I was good to you.
When this day comes I hope you will look for me. I hope you will look with the kind of conviction I’d always hoped for, but never had from you. Because I want to be found. And I hope it will be you—who finds me.
Desiree
Desireeцитирует2 года назад
I am somebody else’s story.
gandagandasandi
gandagandasandiцитирует3 года назад
Because losing someone isn’t an occasion or an event. It doesn’t just happen once. It happens over and over again.
Anindya K
Anindya Kцитирует3 года назад
I don’t remember exactly, but the whole time I was dreaming, I knew you were mine
sekarlangitify
sekarlangitifyцитирует4 года назад
I am somebody else’s story. The girl who served their drink, the person they pushed past on a crowded street, the one who broke their heart. I have happened in so many places, to so many people—the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.
Yet never have I been bolder or brighter than I am with you. Not once have I ever felt so alive. Whatever vessel we pour ourselves into, mine is now overflowing, brimming with life. It is transcending into something new.
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.
Nao Chan
Nao Chanцитирует5 лет назад
Her Words
Love a girl who writes
and live her many lives;
you have yet to find her,
beneath her words of guise.
Kiss her blue-inked fingers,
forgive the pens they marked.
The stain of your lips upon her—
the one she can’t discard.
Forget her tattered memories,
or the pages others took;
you are her ever after—
the hero of her book.
b4478018674
b4478018674цитируетв прошлом месяце
Metamorphosis
I am somebody else’s story. The girl who served their drink, the person they pushed past on a crowded street, the one who broke their heart. I have happened in so many places, to so many people—the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.
fithrotulkhoiriyah
fithrotulkhoiriyahцитирует2 месяца назад
What I will tell you is this; it’s okay to be hurting as much as you are. What you are feeling is not only completely valid but necessary—because it makes you so much more human. And though I can’t promise it will get better any time soon, I can tell you that it will—eventually. For now, all you can do is take your time. Take all the time you need
fithrotulkhoiriyah
fithrotulkhoiriyahцитирует2 месяца назад
Sometimes we want

what we couldn’t—

sometimes we love

who we could.
cha-nisa
cha-nisaцитирует2 месяца назад
Be careful about giving your heart too quickly
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