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It happens like this. "One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel--one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them--even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering--the reason for their presence will become clear in due time." Though here is a word of warning--you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.------------------------------------------------- It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me. That's because the light is coming from you. You can't see it but everyone else can.Lang Leav
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You were you, and I was I;we were twobefore our time. I was yoursbefore I knew, and you have always been mine too.Lang Leav
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Before I fellin love with words, with setting skies and singing birds–it was you I fellin love with first.Lang Leav
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Like time suspended, a wound unmended-- you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I'll wonder why.Lang Leav
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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.Lang Leav
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I don't think all writers are sad, she said. I think it's the other way around–all sad people write.Lang Leav
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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.Lang Leav
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Xs and OsLove is a gameof tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting, for the next x or o.Lang Leav
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Without a doubt, I must read, all the books I've read about. See the artworkshung on hooks, that I have only, seen in books.Lang Leav
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Do you know what it is like, to lie in bed awake;with thoughts to hauntyou every night, of all your past mistakes. Knowing sleep will set it right - if you were not to wake.Lang Leav
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The scatterbrain, is a little like, the patter of rain. Neither here, nor there, but everywhere.Lang Leav
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Shrinking in a corner, pressed into the wall;do they know I'm present, am I here at all? Is there a written rule book, that tells you how to be–all the right things to talk about–that everyone has but me? Slowly I am withering–a flowered deprived of sun;longing to belong to–somewhere or someone.Lang Leav
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Shrinking in a corner, pressed into the wall;do they know I'm present, am I here at all?Lang Leav
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Do you love me?" I ask. In your hesitation I found my answer.Lang Leav
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What was it like to lose him?" Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded: It was like hearing every goodbye ever said tome–said all at once.Lang Leav
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In a sea of strangers, you've longed to know me. Your life spent sailingto my shores.Lang Leav