Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
M.K. STANDBYHer body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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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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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 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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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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The smell of oak reminds me of summers spent sleeping under canvas, crackling fires and roasted coffee, the soft sound of guitar and voices in unison.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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