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.
M.K. STANDBYI’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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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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Scribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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In the end it’s all the same – the hearty fire or the damp earth. I pray I’m not alone.
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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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Maybe this time I choose ignorance, because giving began to feel like losing – repairing a house from rubble, and making sandcastles with the ash.
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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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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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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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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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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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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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