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.
M.K. STANDBYYou 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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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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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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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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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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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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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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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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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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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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Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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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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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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