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.
M.K. STANDBYYour kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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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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Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
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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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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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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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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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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 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.
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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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