Scribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
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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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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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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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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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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Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
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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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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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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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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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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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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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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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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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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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