Maybe 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. STANDBYI wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
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Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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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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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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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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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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My throat burns with the words left unspoken, air hangs still and silence hides the words you long to hear – stay.
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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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 see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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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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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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In 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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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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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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