I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
M.K. STANDBYI think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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. STANDBYIt started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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. STANDBYBorn in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
M.K. STANDBYA dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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. STANDBYMaybe this time I choose ignorance, because giving began to feel like losing – repairing a house from rubble, and making sandcastles with the ash.
M.K. STANDBYIn the end it’s all the same – the hearty fire or the damp earth. I pray I’m not alone.
M.K. STANDBYYour arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
M.K. STANDBYA fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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.
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. STANDBYWhat use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
M.K. STANDBYPeace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
M.K. STANDBYHer body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
M.K. STANDBY