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nd Apr 2021
i don't want to be in a relationship where i feel the constant need to explain myself.

i don't want to live in a world like that either
Lang Leav, September Love p.101
Isabelle Aug 2017
To you, love was about multitudes
To me, love was inordinate

“I love you” I would say
“How much” you would ask
-Lang Leav

You like specifics, you like to hear
How much I do, how much I can
But darling, my love is inordinate
I couldn’t quantify, it’s too lavish
Sometimes unconscionable
And multitudes is never enough
If you ever ask me again
I’ll ask you to count the star
On every galaxy
Until you loses track
I’ll ask you to count every grain of sand
On every ocean floor
Until you ran out of numbers
I’ll ask you to listen to my heartbeat
On every second of the day
Until the infinite of infinities ends
And if ever you asked me again
Of how much I love you
That’s my definition of “how much”
12:38 am poem. Inspired by Lang
Clare Veronica May 2017
There was
a feeling of
uncanny familiarity
when we talk.

Like I've recognised
this soul
somewhere,
between the lives
that I remember
or that I don't.

I feel like
your soul
and my old soul
might have been
very old friends
after all.
This poem is inspired by Lang Leav's 'Soul Mates'
Isabelle Apr 2016
My mother once said to me; there are two kinds of men you'll meet. The first will give you the life you want and the second will give you the love you desire. If you're one of the lucky few, you will find both in the one person. But if you ever find yourself having to choose between the two, then always choose love. ----Choose Love, Lang Leav

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He asked her
"Am I the first or the second man?"


She just smiled at him and said
"What's the difference, hon?"


"Am I giving you the life you want, or
giving you the love you desire?"



This time she sighed heavily and answered
"You don't always give me the life I wanted,
You don't always give me the love I desired"


He became sad upon hearing her words
"Is that so? Then why are you still with me?"


"Because I chose you, and when I did,
I also chose the love and life that comes along with you"*


And that is all he needs to hear
Smiling, he said to her
"When I chose you Hon, I chose Love and Life too"
Is it a matter of choice? It all boils down to Love after all..
V Oct 2015
It happens like this.

"One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel--one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them--even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering--the reason for their presence will become clear in due time."

Though here is a word of warning--you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.

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It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me.
That's because the light is coming from you. You can't see it but everyone else can.
I don't own this poem; it belongs to Lang Leav.
“It happens like this.

"One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel--one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them--even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering--the reason for their presence will become clear in due time."

Though here is a word of warning--you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.

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It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me.
That's because the light is coming from you. You can't see it but everyone else can.”
I'm smiling --
but at the back of my mind...
Oh wait,
I don't have my own mind.
My sanity is replaced with lunacy.
Ecstatic.
Packs of delusional facades.
Illusions and charades.
Dreaming of nightmares within a daydream.

Detoriating senses.
Everything started to fall apart.
I am lost for words.
For you had taken my heart,
The day you walked that direction, opposite to what i'd took.
One final look.
Without any goodbye.
I started to cry.
And cry.
Until it drowned all that was left of me--

Your memories.

My world crumbles.
I cannot think of any word that would best describe this feeling..
These feelings..
But I cannot contain it. Not anymore.
I cannot escape.


So I will just fill these pages with--
Random letters..
Doodles.
Semantics.
Figures of speech.
Metaphors and similes.
Something only your heart could understand.
Because that heart was once mine.

I miss you.
And I don't have any idea why.
I don't know how to let this feeling pass.
Kur Oct 2014
used to think I couldn't go a day
without your smile
without telling you things
and hearing your voice back.
Then, that day arrived and it was so **** hard
but the next was harder.
I knew with a sinking feeling
it wasn't going to be okay for a very long time.

because losing someone isn't an occasion or an event.
It doesn't just happen once.
It happens over and over again.
I lose you  every time I pick up your favorite coffee mug:
whenever that one song plays on the radio,
or when I discover your old t-shirt at the bottom of my laundry pile.
I lose you every time I think of kissing you,
holding you, or wanting you.
I go to bed at night and lose you,
when I wish I could tell you  about my day.
And in the morning,
when I wake and reach  for the empty space across the sheets,
I begin to lose you all over again.
I would like to share one of my favorite poems. This is written by Lang Leav, part of her newly released book, Lullabies.
Nastia Armilde Aug 2014
If you love me
   for what you see,
   only your eyes would be
   in love with me.

If you love me
   for what you've heard,
   then you would love me
   for my words.

If you love
   my heart and mind,
   then you will 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 Leav
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