I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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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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I sit by the sea wall, willing the waves to stay. Pulling away with gentle abandon – they avenge me for doing the same.
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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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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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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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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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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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Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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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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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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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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