Hollow intent and echoes affection, a call with no response. Who could trust a dormant heart – where apathy is shaped like love?
M.K. STANDBYI see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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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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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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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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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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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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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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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And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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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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Leaves dance on twisted arms, swaying on the breeze as though choreographed by unseen hands. Even the faithless could find themselves converts, by the smell of dampened earth and its blossoming rose.
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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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