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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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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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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Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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You broke me into pieces, but I took those shards and built a mosaic. I’m stronger for the fall, and more beautiful than I could have ever been with you.
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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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The rain reminds me of his voice, a perfectly composed melody in the sky. Each drop that falls against my window, a dedication to the oceans I would cross – just to sit beside him.
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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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So long as we share a sky, in this life and any after – I’ll find my way back to you.
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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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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.
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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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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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