The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
M.K. STANDBYYou are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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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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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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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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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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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 see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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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?
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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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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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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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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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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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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Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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