Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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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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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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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Maybe this time I choose ignorance, because giving began to feel like losing – repairing a house from rubble, and making sandcastles with the ash.
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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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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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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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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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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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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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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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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14 days, but I can’t change my sheets. Your scents still marks my pillow – and its all that I have left.
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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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