Just tell me that it won’t be the same- that one day I won’t look at you, and only see a stranger.
M.K. STANDBYI’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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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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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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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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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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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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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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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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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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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Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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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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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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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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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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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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