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.
M.K. STANDBYLeaves 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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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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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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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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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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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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Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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I read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
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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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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of 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 wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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