And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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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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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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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So long as we share a sky, in this life and any after – I’ll find my way back to you.
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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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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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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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Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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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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The smell of oak reminds me of summers spent sleeping under canvas, crackling fires and roasted coffee, the soft sound of guitar and voices in unison.
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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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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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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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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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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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