Hollow intent and echoes affection, a call with no response. Who could trust a dormant heart – where apathy is shaped like love?
M.K. STANDBYIn 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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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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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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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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Just tell me that it won’t be the same- that one day I won’t look at you, and only see a stranger.
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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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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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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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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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Spirits dance on a velvet night, the sky it’s deepest black. In restless sleep and twisted dreams, they find themselves alive.
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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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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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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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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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