Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
M.K. STANDBYThe 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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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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Leaves dance on twisted arms, swaying on the breeze as though choreographed by unseen hands. Even the faithless could find themselves converts, by the smell of dampened earth and its blossoming rose.
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Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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I wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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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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In the pale light of a setting sun – I’ll hold your hand and promise to love you more, on the days that you forget to love yourself.
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The rain reminds me of his voice, a perfectly composed melody in the sky. Each drop that falls against my window, a dedication to the oceans I would cross – just to sit beside him.
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You broke me into pieces, but I took those shards and built a mosaic. I’m stronger for the fall, and more beautiful than I could have ever been with you.
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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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My throat burns with the words left unspoken, air hangs still and silence hides the words you long to hear – stay.
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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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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