Beyond the shores of melancholy,
there was a time I held your hand.
My heart now bears an untold story,
like a ship at sea, that longs for land.
A great untruth my lips have borrowed,
a boundless treasure to line my chest;
the wealth of words are in their sorrow—
and words are all that I can bequest.
We remain unwritten through history;
no X will mark us on the map;
but in books of prose and poetry,
you loved me once, in a paragraph.
And your love, has left me on this island,
it has filled my cup up to the brink;
Yet I grow thirsty in this silence—
there is not a drop for me to drink
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Memories by: Lang Leav
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A Memoir To My Almost Lover
PoetryA collection of prose and poems, some are from Lang Leav and others from various other authors, some are made by me inspired by Lang Leav and other great poets out there to create a powerful memory about the person I once loved
