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.
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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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 arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
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Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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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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Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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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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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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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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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 are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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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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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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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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Lies sound so sweet when they are wrapped in velvet, a luxurious deception that charms my restless spirit – and I’m forever taken by beautiful things.
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