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.
M.K. STANDBYDon’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
More M.K. Standby Quotes
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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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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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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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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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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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The knot in a grain of wood, a frost covering sodden grass. Mornings warmed by the rising sun and brewing coffee – the vision of the poet.
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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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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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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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I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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