Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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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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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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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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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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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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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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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In 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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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 full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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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I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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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 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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