The smell of oak reminds me of summers spent sleeping under canvas, crackling fires and roasted coffee, the soft sound of guitar and voices in unison.
M.K. STANDBYIt started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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 feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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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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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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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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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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And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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