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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.

M.K. Standby

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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Goodness Love Myself Read Time
And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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Break Up Deserve Heart Thinking
The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Instinct Known Leave Let Go
I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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Jealousy Myself Relationship See Way
A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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Collection Poison Thought Togetherness
We 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?
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Adventure Experience Hold Known Simplicity
A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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Affair Friendship Greatness
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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Fire Guitar Reminder Softness Sound Summer Unison Voice
Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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Fall Heart Kiss Moment
The knot in a grain of wood, a frost covering sodden grass. Mornings warmed by the rising sun and brewing coffee – the vision of the poet.
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Forest Perspective Poet Rising Vision
Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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Body Lips Name Softness
You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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Forever Mirage Reach Temptation
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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Demand Fast Feeling Fingers Flow
Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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Embrace Finding Page Peace Sound
Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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Build Expectation Fire Myself
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

A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.

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