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.
M.K. STANDBYHer body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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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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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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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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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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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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And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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I wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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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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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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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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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 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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