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so plant your own garden, and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers

❤ So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul . { I came across this poem in the mid and have kept a copy of it posted in my home since then. And, Yes, I Do Plant My Own Garden and Decorate My Own Soul .

"Look into my eyes its where my demons hide"

When everything makes you sad that your not sad your just nothing and not even that because there is a feeling to nothing and numbness

Husband quotes

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I spent a lot of time searching for affection in shallow spaces . then I met you.

One day

"She's the pieces of quotes that are splattered in ink in her favorite books" -Alexa Evangelista Living in a dream

What was it like?

Love & Misadventure by Lang Leav three questions It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me - said all at once. Just bought this book physically, but have had it for a month on my Nook and am still having trouble starting it, and it's only poems.

Love junkies...love to be in love. They spend so much time in empty relationships that go nowhere and fall in love so quickly. It's the feeling of euphoria that being in love gives that they fall for. Once that feeling is gone ...they will be, too.

I'm in love with the idea of being in love. Love is magical and many people have fallen in love with pure idea of being in love.but it hurts when it's only the idea and not the person

"And the promises you thought you'd seen, Were just tricks of light."

thepoeticunderground: "Windows" June My poetry book. (Falling for you.

What would I tell her?

Her soul died 3 years later at age At age 14 she's dying and suffering. I would kill 7 year old me because that was the last truly happy memory I have. I can't really remember true joy

Well if this isn't the truth...

Exactly how I feel. Well I just opened up. Got ignored, pushed to the side, and you trampled on my dream butterflies. Thanks a lot people


I don't feel empty. Just a unique poem