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?
M.K. STANDBYHer body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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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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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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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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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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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 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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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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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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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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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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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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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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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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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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