And you might try to hide or protect yourself, or compare the different states of love,
but you must not grow up, must not act wise
when it comes to love.
You must stay foolish and fall
for every heart will beat in different ways together with yours and love is not meant to be compared, only enjoyed, and suffered, and remembered.
Stichwörter: growing-up love poetry youth suffer memory prose prose-poetry young heart-break charlotte-eriksson the-glass-child open-up
why be bothered with other people's set-ups? it only leads to torture.
Bob DylanStichwörter: poetry bob-dylan prose 1966 tarantula
So you will meet many ’someones’ who will give a new definition to your name.
And you can not build walls, must not close the door and please don’t hide,
because if you ask me about hurt
and love
I will say love. Love because the hurt will come and go no matter what, but only love makes it worth while. Only love can cure it.
Don’t be scared. Go. Love.
Stichwörter: love youth free hurt prose prose-poetry broken-hearted move-on let-go heart-break charlotte-eriksson the-glass-child
I just wish you could see my demons for what they are, and lay here beside me on the floor. No words. Just your presence.
Charlotte ErikssonStichwörter: friendship love silence youth night sad quiet prose wish young demons the-glass-child no-words
Niko? I have decided to christen this little pool Le Cagot's Soul."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Because it is clear and pure and lucid."
"And treacherous and dangerous?"
"You know, Niko, I begin to suspect that you are a man of prose. It is a blemish on you."
"No one's perfect."
"Speak for yourself.
Stichwörter: prose perfection
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