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.
M.K. STANDBYA dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
More M.K. Standby Quotes
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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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In the end it’s all the same – the hearty fire or the damp earth. I pray I’m not alone.
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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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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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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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You broke me into pieces, but I took those shards and built a mosaic. I’m stronger for the fall, and more beautiful than I could have ever been with you.
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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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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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The rain reminds me of his voice, a perfectly composed melody in the sky. Each drop that falls against my window, a dedication to the oceans I would cross – just to sit beside him.
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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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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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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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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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