The clouds wept when my heart sand a song of sorrow — Sonya Watson, The Tide Breaker
The clouds wept when my heart sand a song of sorrow — Sonya Watson, The Tide Breaker
The clouds wept when my heart sand a song of sorrow — Sonya Watson, The Tide Breaker
The clouds wept when my heart sand a song of sorrow — Sonya Watson, The Tide Breaker
The clouds wept when my heart sand a song of sorrow — Sonya Watson, The Tide Breaker
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The clouds wept when my heart sand a song of sorrow

— Sonya Watson, The Tide Breaker
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Empty Spaces I wanted to feel less.To not be burdened by emotion,To not feel sadness,To not know loss.I envied the inani — Jacqueline Simon Gunn
And then I realized that love is like a helium balloon. You know the one which flies away into the sky if you don’t hold — Sapan Saxena, Unns-The Captivation
Maybe that’s the way of love. It doesn’t wait to be invited in, and it won’t be coerced. It gently creeps under your ski — Nigel Jay Cooper
It ended sadly. The kind of ending where you wait together, holding hands and weeping, while off in another room, love s — Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It
You're screwed when you start to notice the details,It's when you begin to notice the curve of his lips when he smiles.I — Ira Barin
If you were to love, love not for the lust that you yearn but the rather the pain that you earn with it. — Adhish Mazumder
I am such a classic fool, aren’t I?” “No, not a fool. Just in love,” “It’s all the same.”“No, it’s not. — Sapan Saxena, Unns-The Captivation
You’re like the broken chapter of my favorite story. — Leylah Attar, Mists of the Serengeti
I see the beauty in you, and the darkness. Both are brilliant. — Christina Strigas, Love & Vodka: A Book of Poetry for Glass Hearts
You read between the wrong lines. — Christina Strigas
What I cannot tough, remains a memory, I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be — -Ayushee Ghoshal, 4 AM Conversations with the Ghosts of Old Lovers
What I cannot touch, remains a memory. I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be. — Ayushee Ghoshal