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.
M.K. STANDBYI fill the shadow of the girl you want, a placeholder to the one I know you’d rather – I’ll do for now, but not forever.
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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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Just tell me that it won’t be the same- that one day I won’t look at you, and only see a stranger.
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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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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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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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I fill the shadow of the girl you want, a placeholder to the one I know you’d rather – I’ll do for now, but not forever.
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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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Scribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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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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