Maybe this time I choose ignorance, because giving began to feel like losing – repairing a house from rubble, and making sandcastles with the ash.
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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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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Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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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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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 dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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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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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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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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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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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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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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