It spills from my fingers faster than ink can flow – feelings too strong to contain, emotions that demand to be felt.
M.K. STANDBYIt spills from my fingers faster than ink can flow – feelings too strong to contain, emotions that demand to be felt.
M.K. STANDBYWords hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
M.K. STANDBYMy throat burns with the words left unspoken, air hangs still and silence hides the words you long to hear – stay.
M.K. STANDBYYou are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
M.K. STANDBYIt started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
M.K. STANDBYA dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
M.K. STANDBYYour arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
M.K. STANDBYAnd in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
M.K. STANDBYI read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
M.K. STANDBYJust tell me that it won’t be the same- that one day I won’t look at you, and only see a stranger.
M.K. STANDBYWhat use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
M.K. STANDBYBuilding a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
M.K. STANDBYAnd when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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. 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?
M.K. STANDBYDon’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
M.K. STANDBY