“The Price Love will probably kill me, Long before I fell out of it, Or madly in with another. It will rush like a red hand, With doubt and steady stillness, Of another lover into something else. It will kill with everything, But a feeling of full self-despair, And a moment of bitter nostalgia. Love will probably kill me, Leaving everything I am behind, Or giving me anything I owe it in return. It will blush my cheeks with tenderness, Wailing my veins into stray lines Of another’s love, an undying lie. It will be neither slow nor gentle, But rushed into words and memories, And give out nothing but love, again.” LovePainPassionDespairHeartbreakEmotionsNostalgiaSelf DiscoveryRomanticismPoetic Reflection Book:The Willow Song Source: The Willow Song
“A heartbreak won’t kill your love— the pain that causes it does.” LovePainHeartbreakPoetry QuotesLove And LossPhilosophical PoetryEmotional StrugglePoetic ReflectionWriting About Love Author:Laura Chouette
“Sometimes you just have to let things go, so that they can fall out of place and grow in the right one.” Life LessonsChangeHealingLetting GoTransformationPersonal GrowthPoetry LovePhilosophical PoetryPoetic ReflectionEmotional Wisdom Author:Laura Chouette
“And the rain washed all the guilt from my hands— finally watering the flowers that bloomed underneath for all this time.” HealingForgivenessGuiltPersonal GrowthRedemptionPoetry LoveEmotional StruggleWriting About LifePoetic ReflectionRain Metaphor Author:Laura Chouette
“How the pale green leaves press upon the gray mountain silhouettes, I saw mortality inside myself, inside my own family.” PoetryFamilyLife And DeathMortalityEmotional DepthPhilosophical PoetryExistential PoetryWriting About LifePoetic ReflectionPersonal Reflection Author:Laura Chouette
“While we haunt ourselves, we become part of others. With all our broken pieces, we are gathered in mosaics— reflecting every careless smile, echoing every careless word. We become them eventually, in the way we live and survive each night. Ghosts, bohemian wallpapers, and shiny crystal whiskey glasses, used by them—hauntingly beautiful, collected, and far behind. And after all this, nothing of ourselves remains.” PoetryLove And LossEmotional DepthBroken PiecesExistential PoetryPersonal TragedyTragic LoveWriting About LifePoetic ReflectionHaunting Memories Author:Laura Chouette
“My kind of love is made for the stage, untouchable and unbroken; its fate is to be doomed in repetition, in the most beautiful form of art.” LovePoetryRepetitionEmotional DepthDoomed LovePhilosophical PoetryTragic LovePoetic ReflectionWriting About LovePerformative Love Author:Laura Chouette
“We are our own tragedies. The people we love seemingly are only endings that we prefer before the curtain falls on its own accord.” Poetry QuotesLove And LossEmotional DepthPhilosophical PoetryExistential PoetryPersonal TragedyTragic LoveWriting About LifePoetic ReflectionInevitable Endings Author:Laura Chouette
“Uneven ghosts pave the pathway of a sinner; Yet, I walk by alleys and chapels without looking up to saints.” PoetryPhilosophy Of LifeDark PoetryExistential PoetryPersonal StruggleEmotional PoetryPoetic ReflectionSpiritual StruggleLife And FaithSin And Redemption Author:Laura Chouette