The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
M.K. STANDBY- The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
M.K. STANDBYAnd when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
M.K. STANDBYI think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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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.
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 thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
M.K. STANDBYMy thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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In the end it’s all the same – the hearty fire or the damp earth. I pray I’m not alone.
M.K. STANDBYIn the end it’s all the same – the hearty fire or the damp earth. I pray I’m not alone.
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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.
M.K. STANDBYMy throat burns with the words left unspoken, air hangs still and silence hides the words you long to hear – stay.
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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. STANDBYThe 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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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.
M.K. STANDBYIn 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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I read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
M.K. STANDBYI read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
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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.
M.K. STANDBYIt spills from my fingers faster than ink can flow – feelings too strong to contain, emotions that demand to be felt.
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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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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.
M.K. STANDBYLeaves 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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14 days, but I can’t change my sheets. Your scents still marks my pillow – and its all that I have left.
M.K. STANDBY14 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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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
M.K. STANDBYBorn in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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