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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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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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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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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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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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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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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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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