I wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
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.
More M.K. Standby Quotes
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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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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And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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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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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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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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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
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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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I’m scared of mediocrity, of scribing my soul on fading pages, each destined to the fate that met those before it – gently laid to rest in a growing pile of unwanted words.
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