I wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
M.K. STANDBYI wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
M.K. STANDBYBuilding a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
M.K. STANDBYIt spills from my fingers faster than ink can flow – feelings too strong to contain, emotions that demand to be felt.
M.K. STANDBYWords hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
M.K. STANDBYThe bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
M.K. STANDBYBorn in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
M.K. STANDBYDon’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
M.K. STANDBYWe 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?
M.K. STANDBYMy throat burns with the words left unspoken, air hangs still and silence hides the words you long to hear – stay.
M.K. STANDBYYour kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
M.K. STANDBYMy thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
M.K. STANDBYDon’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
M.K. STANDBYA collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
M.K. STANDBYA dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
M.K. STANDBYSpirits dance on a velvet night, the sky it’s deepest black. In restless sleep and twisted dreams, they find themselves alive.
M.K. STANDBYScribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
M.K. STANDBY