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.
M.K. STANDBYI 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.
M.K. STANDBYSpirits dance on a velvet night, the sky it’s deepest black. In restless sleep and twisted dreams, they find themselves alive.
M.K. STANDBYBuilding a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
M.K. STANDBYLeaves 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. STANDBYLies 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.
M.K. STANDBYA fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
M.K. STANDBYA collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
M.K. STANDBYDon’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
M.K. STANDBYYou broke me into pieces, but I took those shards and built a mosaic. I’m stronger for the fall, and more beautiful than I could have ever been with you.
M.K. STANDBYYour arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
M.K. STANDBYIt started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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. STANDBYScribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
M.K. STANDBYThe 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.
M.K. STANDBYI see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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.
M.K. STANDBY