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.
M.K. STANDBYA fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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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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And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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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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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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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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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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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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