Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
M.K. STANDBYA dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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Spirits dance on a velvet night, the sky it’s deepest black. In restless sleep and twisted dreams, they find themselves alive.
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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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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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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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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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And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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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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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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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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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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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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