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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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Ceiling Healing Love Painting
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
We didn’t know it was simpler, did we? Those days of sunburnt youth and carefree adventure. Knowing that indestructible optimism would waver with experience – would I have gripped it a little tighter? Held on a little longer?
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Adventure Experience Hold Known Simplicity
Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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Body Lips Name Softness
So long as we share a sky, in this life and any after – I’ll find my way back to you.
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Finding Share Sky Way Yourself
I sit by the sea wall, willing the waves to stay. Pulling away with gentle abandon – they avenge me for doing the same.
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Abandonment Myself Sea Stay Wall Wave
It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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Heart Broken Page Start
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
I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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Myself Reality Reminder Scars Thinking
The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Instinct Known Leave Let Go
And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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End Money Willing Worth
Hollow intent and echoes affection, a call with no response. Who could trust a dormant heart – where apathy is shaped like love?
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Affection Echo Heart Hollow Love Shape Trust
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
I’m scared of mediocrity, of scribing my soul on fading pages, each destined to the fate that met those before it – gently laid to rest in a growing pile of unwanted words.
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Fade Growth Mediocre Myself Page Scare
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
It spills from my fingers faster than ink can flow – feelings too strong to contain, emotions that demand to be felt.
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Demand Fast Feeling Fingers Flow

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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