Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
M.K. STANDBYI 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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Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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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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And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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The rain reminds me of his voice, a perfectly composed melody in the sky. Each drop that falls against my window, a dedication to the oceans I would cross – just to sit beside him.
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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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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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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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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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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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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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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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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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