The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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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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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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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You broke me into pieces, but I took those shards and built a mosaic. I’m stronger for the fall, and more beautiful than I could have ever been with you.
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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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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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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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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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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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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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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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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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I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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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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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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