The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
M.K. STANDBYSpirits 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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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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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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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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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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I wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
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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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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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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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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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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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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 think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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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 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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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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