A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
M.K. STANDBYThe 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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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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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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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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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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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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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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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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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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Maybe this time I choose ignorance, because giving began to feel like losing – repairing a house from rubble, and making sandcastles with the ash.
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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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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 in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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