A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
M.K. STANDBYI feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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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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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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I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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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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Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
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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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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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Leaves dance on twisted arms, swaying on the breeze as though choreographed by unseen hands. Even the faithless could find themselves converts, by the smell of dampened earth and its blossoming rose.
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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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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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In the end it’s all the same – the hearty fire or the damp earth. I pray I’m not alone.
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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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Hollow intent and echoes affection, a call with no response. Who could trust a dormant heart – where apathy is shaped like love?
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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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