Lang Leav

I was loved in my dreams last night. It echoed through me like thunder—I felt it through and through.

When I woke up, I couldn’t shake the feeling of his arms around me and the sound of his voice, already half forgotten.

The loss was indescribable. And I couldn’t help that feeling of certainty that I have felt this way before. Somewhere in time, throughout the ages, I was loved—I was loved and my eyes were wide open.

What I feel—I shouldn't show you,

so when you're around I won't;

I know I've no right to feel it

but it doesn't mean I don't.

“Do you love me?” I ask.

In your hesitation I found my answer.

to thoughts of him,

that flow from it,

in her solitary.

For she is his poet,

And he is her poetry.

in fear and faith

To love him

is something,

I hold highly

suspicious.

but it will drive you mad!

When it is given to you

I wonder how it is I miss,

these things

I've never known.

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

I wondered how I could be so afraid of losing something that wasn’t mine.