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.
M.K. STANDBYAnd when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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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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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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Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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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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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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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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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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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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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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Scribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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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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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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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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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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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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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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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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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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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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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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In the end it’s all the same – the hearty fire or the damp earth. I pray I’m not alone.
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