A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
M.K. STANDBYDon’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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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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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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I fill the shadow of the girl you want, a placeholder to the one I know you’d rather – I’ll do for now, but not forever.
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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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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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Hollow intent and echoes affection, a call with no response. Who could trust a dormant heart – where apathy is shaped like love?
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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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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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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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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.
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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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