I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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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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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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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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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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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Hollow intent and echoes affection, a call with no response. Who could trust a dormant heart – where apathy is shaped like love?
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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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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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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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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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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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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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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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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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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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