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.
M.K. STANDBYThe bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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I read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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Lies sound so sweet when they are wrapped in velvet, a luxurious deception that charms my restless spirit – and I’m forever taken by beautiful things.
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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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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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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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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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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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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The knot in a grain of wood, a frost covering sodden grass. Mornings warmed by the rising sun and brewing coffee – the vision of the poet.
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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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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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