The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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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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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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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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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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The smell of oak reminds me of summers spent sleeping under canvas, crackling fires and roasted coffee, the soft sound of guitar and voices in unison.
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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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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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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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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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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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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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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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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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