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.
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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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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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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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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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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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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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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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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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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