You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
M.K. STANDBYSo long as we share a sky, in this life and any after – I’ll find my way back to you.
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Hollow intent and echoes affection, a call with no response. Who could trust a dormant heart – where apathy is shaped like love?
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And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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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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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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I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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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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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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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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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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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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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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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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