Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
M.K. STANDBYThe bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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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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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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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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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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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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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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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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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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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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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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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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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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We didn’t know it was simpler, did we? Those days of sunburnt youth and carefree adventure. Knowing that indestructible optimism would waver with experience – would I have gripped it a little tighter? Held on a little longer?
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