You broke me bodily.The heart ain't the half of it,And I'll never learn to laugh at itIn my good natured way.In fact, I'm laughing less in general,But I learned a lot at my own funeral.And I knew you'...
And I'm ill with the thought of your kiss, coffee-laced intoxicating on her lips... shut it out, I've got no claim on you now, I'm not allowed to wear you freedom down
(n.) Crushing sorrow or grief; a yielding to such grief.
There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who wont any more and who always will. And in the end you will learn who is fake, who is true and who would risk it all fo...
I've been looking so long at these pictures of youThat I almost believe that they're real I've been living so long with my pictures of youThat I almost believe that the pictures are All I can feelReme...
What was I to you?" he asked. She didn't answer but turned and walked away. That's when he knew: Nothing or everything.
There is no sorrow like a love denied Nor any joy like love that has its will.
Deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better...
I can never think of you as a friend. You can do without a friend.
Love doesn't leave you. Not all at once. It creeps back in, making you think it can be another way, that it can still be another way, and you have to remind yourself of the reasons that it probably wo...
Do not allow the fear of hurting stop you from loving.
I say, "You a kind girl," and she nod, repeat it back to me. But before I can do another one, she get up and chase that poor dog around the yard and laugh and that's when I get to wondering, what woul...
What good is a song that doesn't break your heart?
Some love stories has no end, no path or no name, but they are 'love stories' too.
The pain for her and the love for her was so entwined that neither would function without the other.
I mostly hope you think I miss you and in the end you hope you'll get me, but that's fantasy, untrue as you, and bitter as the hope you left me.
The Lord is close to those whose hearts are breaking.
I'm very lonely now Mary For the poor make no new friends But oh they love the better still The few our Father sends!
Lips that taste of tears they say are the best for kissing.
All that time tying herself up in knots because she simply couldn't think of a good reason not to be with him
But how to explain suffering because of a man? It's not explainable. With that kind of suffering, a person feels as if they're in hell, because there is no nobility, no greatness - only misery.
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