Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
M.K. STANDBYWords hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
More M.K. Standby Quotes
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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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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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Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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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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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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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 wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
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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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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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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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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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