I read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
M.K. STANDBYSpirits 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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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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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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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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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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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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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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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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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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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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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Hollow intent and echoes affection, a call with no response. Who could trust a dormant heart – where apathy is shaped like love?
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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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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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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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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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