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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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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
The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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Burden Devotion Friendship Lover
It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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Heart Broken Page Start
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
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
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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Break Up Change I Miss You
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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Filling Forever Myself Shadow
Scribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
M.K. STANDBY

Goodbye Lost Poet Rejection Right Writing
My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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Myself Plagiarism Thinking Writing
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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Fade Growth Mediocre Myself Page Scare
And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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Break Up Deserve Heart Thinking
Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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Build Expectation Fire Myself
Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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Blood Country Immigrant Ocean
And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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Home Imagination Thinking Yourself
I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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Myself Reality Reminder Scars Thinking
I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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Feeling Fire Moments Place

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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