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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.

M.K. Standby

I’m scared of mediocrity, of scribing my soul on fading pages, each destined to the fate that met those before it – gently laid to rest in a growing pile of unwanted words.
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Fade Growth Mediocre Myself Page Scare
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
Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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Ceiling Healing Love Painting
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
The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Instinct Known Leave Let Go
The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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Burden Devotion Friendship Lover
In the end it’s all the same – the hearty fire or the damp earth. I pray I’m not alone.
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Alone Earth Myself Prayer
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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Alive Black Dance Dreams Night Spirit
I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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Feeling Fire Moments Place
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
And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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Home Imagination Thinking Yourself
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
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 think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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Myself Reality Reminder Scars Thinking
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
You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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Forever Mirage Reach Temptation

The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.

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