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.
M.K. STANDBYBuilding a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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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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The knot in a grain of wood, a frost covering sodden grass. Mornings warmed by the rising sun and brewing coffee – the vision of the poet.
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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 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’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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Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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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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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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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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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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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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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.
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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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