Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
M.K. STANDBY
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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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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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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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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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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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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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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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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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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
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Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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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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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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