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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?

M.K. Standby

I read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
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Goodness Love Myself Read Time
The knot in a grain of wood, a frost covering sodden grass. Mornings warmed by the rising sun and brewing coffee – the vision of the poet.
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Forest Perspective Poet Rising Vision
Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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Body Lips Name Softness
In the end it’s all the same – the hearty fire or the damp earth. I pray I’m not alone.
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Alone Earth Myself Prayer
The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Instinct Known Leave Let Go
You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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Forever Mirage Reach Temptation
Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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Ceiling Healing Love Painting
Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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Build Expectation Fire Myself
What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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Beautiful Dreams Love Reality Sleep
The smell of oak reminds me of summers spent sleeping under canvas, crackling fires and roasted coffee, the soft sound of guitar and voices in unison.
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Fire Guitar Reminder Softness Sound Summer Unison Voice
A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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Fight Heart Hope Mindset Smart
Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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Fall Heart Kiss Moment
My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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Myself Plagiarism Thinking Writing
Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
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Home Intimacy Love Myself Relationship Yourself
14 days, but I can’t change my sheets. Your scents still marks my pillow – and its all that I have left.
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Break Up Change I Miss You
A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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Collection Poison Thought Togetherness

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