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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.

M.K. Standby

I’m scared of mediocrity, of scribing my soul on fading pages, each destined to the fate that met those before it – gently laid to rest in a growing pile of unwanted words.
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Fade Growth Mediocre Myself Page Scare
And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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End Money Willing Worth
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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Break Up Change I Miss You
You 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.
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Break Mosaic Pieces Yourself
And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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Break Up Deserve Heart Thinking
It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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Heart Broken Page Start
The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Instinct Known Leave Let Go
And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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Home Imagination Thinking Yourself
Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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Blood Country Immigrant Ocean
Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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Ceiling Healing Love Painting
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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Blossom Dance Earth Faith Hands Leave Rose Twist
Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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Build Expectation Fire Myself
I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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Myself Reality Reminder Scars Thinking
Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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Breathe Face Reach Waste Word
Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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Body Lips Name Softness
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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Beginning Choice Home Ignorance Time

Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.

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