14 days, but I can’t change my sheets. Your scents still marks my pillow – and its all that I have left.
M.K. STANDBYI feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
More M.K. Standby Quotes
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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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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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 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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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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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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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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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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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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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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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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I wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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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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