I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
M.K. STANDBYWe 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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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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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 read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
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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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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
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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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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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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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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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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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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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Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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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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