The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
M.K. STANDBYAnd when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
More M.K. Standby Quotes
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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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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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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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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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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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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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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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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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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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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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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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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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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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