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.
M.K. STANDBYLies 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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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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Maybe this time I choose ignorance, because giving began to feel like losing – repairing a house from rubble, and making sandcastles with the ash.
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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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Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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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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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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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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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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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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Spirits dance on a velvet night, the sky it’s deepest black. In restless sleep and twisted dreams, they find themselves alive.
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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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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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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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