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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.

M.K. Standby

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. STANDBY

Break Mosaic Pieces Yourself
Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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Haunt Heart Ink Ourselves Poet Story
And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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End Money Willing Worth
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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Fade Growth Mediocre Myself Page Scare
Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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Build Expectation Fire Myself
It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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Heart Broken Page Start
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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Fire Guitar Reminder Softness Sound Summer Unison Voice
A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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Affair Friendship Greatness
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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Filling Forever Myself Shadow
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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Finding Share Sky Way Yourself
A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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Bandage Fatal Heart Temporary
The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Instinct Known Leave Let Go
In the pale light of a setting sun – I’ll hold your hand and promise to love you more, on the days that you forget to love yourself.
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Forget Love Hands Hold Promise Sun Yourself
And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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Home Imagination Thinking Yourself
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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Blossom Dance Earth Faith Hands Leave Rose Twist
Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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Body Lips Name Softness

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