I don't think all writers are sad, she said.I think it's the... - Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

"Like time suspended, a wound unmended-- you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I'll wonder why."

"Saving YouThe darkness takes him over, the sickness pulls him in; his eyes—a blown out candle, I wish to go with him.Sometimes I see a flicker— a light that shone from them; I hold him to me tightly, before he's gone again."

"She lends her pen,to thoughts of him,that flow from it,in her solitary.For she is his poet,And he is her poetry."

"I don't think all writers are sad, she said.I think it's the other way around—all sad people write."

"Saving YouThe darkness takes him over, the sickness pulls him in; his eyes—a blown out candle, I wish to go with him.Sometimes I see a flicker— a light that shone from them; I hold him to me tightly, before he's gone again."