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When The Shooting Star Is Gone And The Night Is Dark Again, All You Have Left To Hold On To Is The Faith
When the shooting star is gone and the night is dark again, all you have left to hold on to is the faith that your wish was heard
~Excuses for missing you
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And perhaps the only beautiful thing left in this life is the way a heart is broken. The way it refuses to let light pass through it peacefully any longer. Refuses to be looked past anymore. The way it fractures. Cracks. Shatters. The way it becomes a broken glass mosaic. The way the light now refrects off it and blinds every eye. Intices every hand to come closer and run fingers along its jagged and scared surface. Watch the dripping blood stain the broken heart sea glass red. See the light, enjoying every moment it dances with the shattered glass, and the shards of the heart, they learn to love it too.
~ Why people fall in love with heartbreak~ T.R.
To be a writer
Is to watch
Ink splatter like blood
& People scatter like shrapnel
To know that
Pencils are prayers
Pens are promises
& that poetry books
Are filled
With dying flowers
& wilting words
Sometimes I wonder who I need more. Me or you. Though I know I cannot be trusted with either.
~are we not all just looking for something to live for?
Most of the time
I feel as though
The universe is testing my resolve
Because every breeze
Whispers your name
And every raindrop
Sounds like your laughter
And every shooting star
Begs me to wish for you
But i do not
For i know fate has a cruel sense of humor
She was simply lovely the poems say. But she was not simply anything. And that is why i loved her. She was complex and interesting. She was unique and beautiful. And she was lovely but not simply she was a complex sort of beauty.
Ghost girl