The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
M.K. STANDBY
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Rejection
Scribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
More M.K. Standby Quotes
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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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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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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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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Just tell me that it won’t be the same- that one day I won’t look at you, and only see a stranger.
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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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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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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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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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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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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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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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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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