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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.

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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Instinct Known Leave Let Go
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
Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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Body Lips Name Softness
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
My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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Myself Plagiarism Thinking Writing
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
And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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Break Up Deserve Heart Thinking
Maybe this time I choose ignorance, because giving began to feel like losing – repairing a house from rubble, and making sandcastles with the ash.
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Beginning Choice Home Ignorance Time
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
Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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Build Expectation Fire Myself
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
A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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Affair Friendship Greatness
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
Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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Beyond Hold Language Limitation Scope
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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Burn Hesitate Silence Stay Talk Throat
Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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Breathe Face Reach Waste Word

I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.

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