Spirits dance on a velvet night, the sky it’s deepest black. In restless sleep and twisted dreams, they find themselves alive.
M.K. STANDBYAnd in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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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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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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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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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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Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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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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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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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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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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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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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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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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I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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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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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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