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“Autumn is a poem - while you fall for everything, you remember that there is something worth dying for.”
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“We were never supposed to be in love; for everything that exists inside a heart eventually dies.”
― Profound Reverie
― Profound Reverie
“We break ourselves to fit better into all the wrong hearts.”
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“And the darkness felt suddenly like home again.
Like a familiar place in the shadows
where we used to meet.”
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Like a familiar place in the shadows
where we used to meet.”
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“I burned all our bridges - not knowing that love knows how to swim.”
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“There are stars inside the universe nobody ever wrote about.”
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“The moon is alive because of the darkness - how could we ever be afraid of something that gives the stars a home?”
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“I want to go
to the ocean;
Where the water is as
dark as your eyes;
and while the waves crash
in an ivory glance;
I want to call you mine.”
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to the ocean;
Where the water is as
dark as your eyes;
and while the waves crash
in an ivory glance;
I want to call you mine.”
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“There is nothing more painful
in this world
than to be in love with something
that can never be.”
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in this world
than to be in love with something
that can never be.”
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“I think the seasons complete me-
for once autumn comes
I can fall freely
along with every leave.
I do not have to bloom,
yet, I must die
in every delicate line of October.”
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for once autumn comes
I can fall freely
along with every leave.
I do not have to bloom,
yet, I must die
in every delicate line of October.”
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“Aren’t we all straving -
just for different hearts?”
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just for different hearts?”
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“The only things we never forget
are the ones we never possessed.”
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are the ones we never possessed.”
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“She never liked
to be called pretty -
for she was a wildflower.
Roaming alone through deep woods
not caring if she would lose one of her petals.”
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to be called pretty -
for she was a wildflower.
Roaming alone through deep woods
not caring if she would lose one of her petals.”
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“Autumn is the place to be - once you fell for everything yet know that there is something worth dying for.”
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“Her first love was like lavender,
delicate and melancholic.”
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delicate and melancholic.”
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“Somewhere between the stars
there is a place for you and me;
Where the moon kisses the horizon
and the darkness fades away.”
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there is a place for you and me;
Where the moon kisses the horizon
and the darkness fades away.”
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“There is a part of you I can't quite forget - where my memories grow flowers and the past outreaches my gardens gate; where the words I rather forget become a book of regret.”
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“While we kept on dancing
our souls delicately embraced.”
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our souls delicately embraced.”
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“Changes are important - they are like the rain who washes away dead flowers to make space for new ones.”
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“Beautiful things are quiet beings.”
― When Dusk Falls
― When Dusk Falls
“You can't break my heart
and call the lines you write on art.”
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and call the lines you write on art.”
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“We always hide something of ourselves whenever we create something.”
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“A second chance will never be able
to heal the wound of the first one.”
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to heal the wound of the first one.”
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“Irrationality is the absolute absence of ones mind and the full consciousness of every feeling.”
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“All I ask the new year for
is to fall silently into the spaces
that the last one left empty.
Filling them with a hope
that tells me gently at dawn
that my simple love
can cure even the most extraordinary heart
and that my broken past
is enough for each tomorrow that follows.
Maybe it will even remind me
that all the mistakes I will collect over the next year
are not as bad as the chances missed in the last one.”
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is to fall silently into the spaces
that the last one left empty.
Filling them with a hope
that tells me gently at dawn
that my simple love
can cure even the most extraordinary heart
and that my broken past
is enough for each tomorrow that follows.
Maybe it will even remind me
that all the mistakes I will collect over the next year
are not as bad as the chances missed in the last one.”
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“This golden field covered in stars above - the empty night and the feeling of love.”
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“An artist paints to forget while a poet writes to remember.”
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“For the ink is the same each day -
but the words are blooming in colours
no one has ever seen;
for my words are flowers,
and your love is a garden.”
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but the words are blooming in colours
no one has ever seen;
for my words are flowers,
and your love is a garden.”
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