black
grey
blue
red
brown
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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?

M.K. Standby

Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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Body Lips Name Softness
I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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Jealousy Myself Relationship See Way
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
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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Affection Echo Heart Hollow Love Shape Trust
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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Filling Forever Myself Shadow
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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Break Up Change I Miss You
Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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Beyond Hold Language Limitation Scope
It spills from my fingers faster than ink can flow – feelings too strong to contain, emotions that demand to be felt.
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Demand Fast Feeling Fingers Flow
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
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
A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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Fight Heart Hope Mindset Smart
And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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End Money Willing Worth
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
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
Maybe this time I choose ignorance, because giving began to feel like losing – repairing a house from rubble, and making sandcastles with the ash.
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Beginning Choice Home Ignorance Time
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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Goodness Love Myself Read Time

What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?

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