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.
M.K. STANDBYI read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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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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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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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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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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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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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 read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
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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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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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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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