Hollow intent and echoes affection, a call with no response. Who could trust a dormant heart – where apathy is shaped like love?
M.K. STANDBYA fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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In the end it’s all the same – the hearty fire or the damp earth. I pray I’m not alone.
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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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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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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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I read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
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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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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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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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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.
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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 sit by the sea wall, willing the waves to stay. Pulling away with gentle abandon – they avenge me for doing the same.
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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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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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