14 days, but I can’t change my sheets. Your scents still marks my pillow – and its all that I have left.
M.K. STANDBYIn the end it’s all the same – the hearty fire or the damp earth. I pray I’m not alone.
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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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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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 fill the shadow of the girl you want, a placeholder to the one I know you’d rather – I’ll do for now, but not forever.
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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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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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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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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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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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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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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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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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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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