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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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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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Break Up Deserve Heart Thinking
My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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Myself Plagiarism Thinking Writing
And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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End Money Willing Worth
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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Adventure Experience Hold Known Simplicity
I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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Jealousy Myself Relationship See Way
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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Finding Share Sky Way Yourself
Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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Embrace Finding Page Peace Sound
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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Demand Fast Feeling Fingers Flow
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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Burn Hesitate Silence Stay Talk Throat
A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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Bandage Fatal Heart Temporary
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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Goodbye Lost Poet Rejection Right Writing
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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Break Mosaic Pieces Yourself
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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Beautiful Forever Luxury Lying Myself Sound Sweet
A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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Fight Heart Hope Mindset Smart
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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Beginning Choice Home Ignorance Time
Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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Haunt Heart Ink Ourselves Poet Story

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