What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
M.K. STANDBYLies sound so sweet when they are wrapped in velvet, a luxurious deception that charms my restless spirit – and I’m forever taken by beautiful things.
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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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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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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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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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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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Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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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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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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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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Lies sound so sweet when they are wrapped in velvet, a luxurious deception that charms my restless spirit – and I’m forever taken by beautiful things.
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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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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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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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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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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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