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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?

M.K. Standby

The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Instinct Known Leave Let Go
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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Fade Growth Mediocre Myself Page Scare
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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Abandonment Myself Sea Stay Wall Wave
My throat burns with the words left unspoken, air hangs still and silence hides the words you long to hear – stay.
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Burn Hesitate Silence Stay Talk Throat
Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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Haunt Heart Ink Ourselves Poet Story
You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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Forever Mirage Reach Temptation
Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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Blood Country Immigrant Ocean
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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Alone Earth Myself Prayer
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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Finding Share Sky Way Yourself
And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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End Money Willing Worth
A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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Affair Friendship Greatness
A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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Fight Heart Hope Mindset Smart
I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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Myself Reality Reminder Scars Thinking
And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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Break Up Deserve Heart Thinking
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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Himself Myself Perfection Rain Reminder Voice
Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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Embrace Finding Page Peace Sound

What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?

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