So long as we share a sky, in this life and any after – I’ll find my way back to you.
M.K. STANDBYSo long as we share a sky, in this life and any after – I’ll find my way back to you.
M.K. STANDBYDon’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
M.K. STANDBYAnd in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
M.K. STANDBYI think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
M.K. STANDBY14 days, but I can’t change my sheets. Your scents still marks my pillow – and its all that I have left.
M.K. STANDBYPeace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
M.K. STANDBYI sit by the sea wall, willing the waves to stay. Pulling away with gentle abandon – they avenge me for doing the same.
M.K. STANDBYIt spills from my fingers faster than ink can flow – feelings too strong to contain, emotions that demand to be felt.
M.K. STANDBYA collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
M.K. STANDBYYour arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
M.K. STANDBYA dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
M.K. STANDBYThe leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
M.K. STANDBYMy thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
M.K. STANDBYWhat use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
M.K. STANDBYThe 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.
M.K. STANDBYA full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
M.K. STANDBY