Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
M.K. STANDBYIn the pale light of a setting sun – I’ll hold your hand and promise to love you more, on the days that you forget to love yourself.
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And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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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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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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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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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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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 read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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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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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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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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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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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The 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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