My throat burns with the words left unspoken, air hangs still and silence hides the words you long to hear – stay.
M.K. STANDBYThe 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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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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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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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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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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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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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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And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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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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I fill the shadow of the girl you want, a placeholder to the one I know you’d rather – I’ll do for now, but not forever.
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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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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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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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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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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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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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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 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 full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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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Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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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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