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

"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."

"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."

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

"You were you,and I was I;we were twobefore our time.I was yoursbefore I knew,and you have always been mine too."

"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."