Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
M.K. STANDBYIt spills from my fingers faster than ink can flow – feelings too strong to contain, emotions that demand to be felt.
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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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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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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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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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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 wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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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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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Leaves dance on twisted arms, swaying on the breeze as though choreographed by unseen hands. Even the faithless could find themselves converts, by the smell of dampened earth and its blossoming rose.
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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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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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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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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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