Reverie E-Book

Laura Chouette

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

The entire collection of poetry by Laura Chouette in eBook-format. Including the books: »When Dusk Falls« and »Profound Reverie«. 

This book includes no pictures, just text. 

Leseprobe

Laura Chouette

Reverie

A Poetry Collection

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Chapter 1

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Since you are gone, I collect the stars each night - building my own night sky, so I have something to hold onto forever. 

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Art: an earnest love for an immortal lie.

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It is okay if you change every once in a while; even the sky needs to let go of its stars to give the sun a home for a while.

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The more I write about us, the more our love feels like art.

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You can't keep away the waves from the one shore they fell in love with; they will return each day, carrying the same hope.

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Sometimes we destroy our love with the selfishness of being loved.

Sometimes we destroy a love with the selfish idea of being not loved good enough.

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The fear of falling for the wrong reasons 

only prevents you to grow wings for the right ideas. 

The fear of falling for the wrong one 

only prevents you to grow wings for the right love. 

The fear of falling for the wrong reasons only prevents you from growing wings for the right ideas.

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The most delicate suffering I ever felt

was when I got lost in the idea 

of loving someone too much.

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The most delicate suffering I ever felt

was when I got lost in the idea 

of loving someone not enough.

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We break ourselves to fit better into all the wrong hearts.

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Some souls are too broken 

to return to the stars they once belonged to.

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Those deserted lines of love and pain 

kept your love wandering

 - and by that alive - 

so that one day 

some restless thought 

would stumble upon your eternity.

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Some break their hearts themselves

only to be healed of the wrong love faster.

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Don't let the scars on your heart define the way you love. 

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All I ask the new year for 

is to fall silently into the spaces

that the last one left empty. 

Filling them with a hope

that tells me gently at dawn

that my simple love 

can cure even the most extraordinary heart 

and that my broken past 

is enough for each tomorrow that follows.

Maybe it will even remind me

that all the mistakes I will collect over the next year

are not as bad as the chances missed in the last one.

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Time means nothing when you are in love.

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You can only hold onto a soul forever when you touched it with all your heart. 

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A sea of unspoken words; waiting for a reason to meet the shore for the first time.

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Love is a delicate suffering.

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Some hearts will never burn as bright as the memories do.

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I missed so many chances to meet the right one

by missing you too much.

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The most beautiful solitude I ever felt

was when I got lost 

in something I once loved.

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Let your love bleed all over those pages; 

in the end, all it can be is a work of art 

(- but never a mistake).

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People may not be perfect, but their love is.

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Never give the same love an opportunity to hurt you twice.

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The only things we never forget are the ones we never had.

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Some bury their feelings 

in the hope that flowers bloom;

(and too many of us die 

while waiting forever).

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The mountains fell in love

 with the sky - 

while knowing the ocean 

is much nearer; 

and still, 

they loved it the same.

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Simple feelings surviving

while everything else breaks so fast -

touching the edges 

just to feel something.

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I wanted to write about someone I miss - 

and even the ink refused to remember -

so, in the end, I was left 

with nothing but empty pages;

with the greatest words in my mind.

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My love is so fragile; and still it chooses your hands to bloom.

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Sometimes loneliness is a cure for our tired hearts; only beating for themselves - not fighting another battle.

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We all admire the night sky and its infinite beauty; not realising that everything in it shines for its own. And maybe that is the reason why empty hearts and lonely souls crave these quiet hours. 

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And all the stars in the deep blue sky are the tears of the moon; the ones he cried while dreaming about the sun. 

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I don’t regret that I made a home out of your heart; I only regret that I threw away the key to my own.