What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
M.K. STANDBYAnd in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
More M.K. Standby Quotes
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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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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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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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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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I wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
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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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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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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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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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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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