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.
M.K. STANDBYWords hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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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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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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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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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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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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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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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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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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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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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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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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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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