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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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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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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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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Scribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
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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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Just tell me that it won’t be the same- that one day I won’t look at you, and only see a stranger.
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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 feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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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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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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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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