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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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 feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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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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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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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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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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My throat burns with the words left unspoken, air hangs still and silence hides the words you long to hear – stay.
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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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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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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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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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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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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