Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
M.K. STANDBYWords hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
More M.K. Standby Quotes
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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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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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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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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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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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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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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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Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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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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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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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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