You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
M.K. STANDBYThe 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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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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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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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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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.
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So long as we share a sky, in this life and any after – I’ll find my way back to you.
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We didn’t know it was simpler, did we? Those days of sunburnt youth and carefree adventure. Knowing that indestructible optimism would waver with experience – would I have gripped it a little tighter? Held on a little longer?
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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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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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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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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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Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
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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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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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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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