I sit by the sea wall, willing the waves to stay. Pulling away with gentle abandon – they avenge me for doing the same.
M.K. STANDBYWe 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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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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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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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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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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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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The knot in a grain of wood, a frost covering sodden grass. Mornings warmed by the rising sun and brewing coffee – the vision of the poet.
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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 dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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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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Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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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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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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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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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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