Spirits dance on a velvet night, the sky it’s deepest black. In restless sleep and twisted dreams, they find themselves alive.
M.K. STANDBY
The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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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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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 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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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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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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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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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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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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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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Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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14 days, but I can’t change my sheets. Your scents still marks my pillow – and its all that I have left.
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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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