I can't sleep. I can't work. Not being part of someone's life—I think that will always be one of my biggest hurts. Do you know that warmth you get while in a relationship? The one where you felt so beautiful?
It is Sunday. Haven't I been here before? Had We Nothing to Prove Leonard Cohen Had we nothing to prove we might have leaned all night at that window, merely beside each other, watching Peel Street, wrought-iron gates and weather vanes, black lace of trees between cautious
I really, really, really want that book. These Heroics Leonard Cohen If I had a shining head and people turned to stare at me in the streetcars; and I could stretch my body through the bright water and keep abreast of fish and water snakes; if I could
It is Sunday. I intend to lie all day and listen to music and let my melancholy cover me like a blanket. I Wonder How Many People in This City Leonard Cohen I wonder how many people in this city live in furnished
Well, to hell with all that, really. I go when I please, and never before. I Am Dying Leonard Cohen I am dying because you have not died for me and the world still loves you. I write this because I know that your kisses are born blind on the
Oh, Leonard. When I read your words: oh, oh, oh—I always have my hand on my heart. How Could I Have Doubted Leonard Cohen I stopped looking for you I stopped waiting for you I stopped dying for you and I started dying for myself I aged
Throwing away my papers in English class during freshman year. Found this poem. I think I was writing about the doctors and their cruel human experiments, especially Josef Mengele. There came a point when I needed to walk away, and