A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
M.K. STANDBY
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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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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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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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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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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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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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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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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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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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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