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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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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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Goodbye Lost Poet Rejection Right Writing
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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Fountain Future Myself Prayer Stone
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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Forget Love Hands Hold Promise Sun Yourself
A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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Bandage Fatal Heart Temporary
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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Beautiful Forever Luxury Lying Myself Sound Sweet
Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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Ceiling Healing Love Painting
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
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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Future Myself People Stranger
Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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Haunt Heart Ink Ourselves Poet Story
Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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Fall Heart Kiss Moment
I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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Myself Reality Reminder Scars Thinking
Hollow intent and echoes affection, a call with no response. Who could trust a dormant heart – where apathy is shaped like love?
M.K. STANDBY

Affection Echo Heart Hollow Love Shape Trust
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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Blossom Dance Earth Faith Hands Leave Rose Twist
Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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Build Expectation Fire Myself
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
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

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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