And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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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So long as we share a sky, in this life and any after – I’ll find my way back to you.
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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 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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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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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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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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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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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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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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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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The knot in a grain of wood, a frost covering sodden grass. Mornings warmed by the rising sun and brewing coffee – the vision of the poet.
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