But in poetry we say: "I fell in love with a story you were telling, only to find out you were just reading from a book written by someone else." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "I fell in love with a story you were telling, only to find out you were just reading from a book written by someone else." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "You arranged the most perfect flowers in the vase of my belief, knowing they had no roots and would wilt the moment I turned my back." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "You arranged the most perfect flowers in the vase of my belief, knowing they had no roots and would wilt the moment I turned my back." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "You have visited the ruins of my soul on its darkest day and did not run; instead, you lit a candle and remarked on how beautifully the moonlight fell through the broken ceiling." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "You have visited the ruins of my soul on its darkest day and did not run; instead, you lit a candle and remarked on how beautifully the moonlight fell through the broken ceiling." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "We are rivers that began in the same spring but have traveled different lands; the water is still the same, but the stones we carry have altered our course." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "We are rivers that began in the same spring but have traveled different lands; the water is still the same, but the stones we carry have altered our course." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "There is a silence between us that has grown too loud to ignore; let us sit with it and translate its heavy language before it says something we can't take back." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "There is a silence between us that has grown too loud to ignore; let us sit with it and translate its heavy language before it says something we can't take back." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "I am a collector of beautiful ruins; your collapsed promise is just another artifact I will tag and place on a shelf, a perfect specimen of what almost was." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "I am a collector of beautiful ruins; your collapsed promise is just another artifact I will tag and place on a shelf, a perfect specimen of what almost was." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "Do not waste today mourning the sunsets of yesterday or fearing the clouds of tomorrow; the only time that truly belongs to you is the single breath you are taking right now." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "Do not waste today mourning the sunsets of yesterday or fearing the clouds of tomorrow; the only time that truly belongs to you is the single breath you are taking right now." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "Memory has become a ghost with my own face, who lives in the attic of my mind and rearranges the furniture when I'm not looking." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "Memory has become a ghost with my own face, who lives in the attic of my mind and rearranges the furniture when I'm not looking." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "My soul is a library of unopened books, and I am wandering the aisles, searching for the one whose title bears my own name." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "My soul is a library of unopened books, and I am wandering the aisles, searching for the one whose title bears my own name." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "The past was a cruel teacher, and I carry its lessons not as words, but as scars that remind me which fires are not meant to be touched." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "The past was a cruel teacher, and I carry its lessons not as words, but as scars that remind me which fires are not meant to be touched." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "My life has become a room where all the doors are painted on the walls; my feet remember how to run, but have forgotten which direction leads to an exit." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "My life has become a room where all the doors are painted on the walls; my feet remember how to run, but have forgotten which direction leads to an exit." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "The past has been burned away, and today, the soil of our story is dark and fertile with ash. Let us plant something new here and watch what the sun allows to grow." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "The past has been burned away, and today, the soil of our story is dark and fertile with ash. Let us plant something new here and watch what the sun allows to grow." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "I built a pedestal for you in the quietest room of my heart. I never imagined I would be the one sweeping up the pieces after you fell." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "I built a pedestal for you in the quietest room of my heart. I never imagined I would be the one sweeping up the pieces after you fell." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "The world is made of sharp edges and careless hands. Please, walk through it as if you are carrying the last flame in a relentless wind." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "The world is made of sharp edges and careless hands. Please, walk through it as if you are carrying the last flame in a relentless wind." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "Let the storms come and the seasons collapse into chaos; I will be the roots that hold your ground, the one constant in an unreliable world, unmoving and unafraid." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "Let the storms come and the seasons collapse into chaos; I will be the roots that hold your ground, the one constant in an unreliable world, unmoving and unafraid." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "If I could, I would build a glass dome over this very second; to preserve the way the light is falling, the sound of your breathing, and the feeling that for once, nothing in the universe is out of place." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "If I could, I would build a glass dome over this very second; to preserve the way the light is falling, the sound of your breathing, and the feeling that for once, nothing in the universe is out of place." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "I have become a ghost in my own life, a ship with no anchor, drifting on a sea of familiar faces that no longer recognize my flag."
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But in poetry we say: "I have become a ghost in my own life, a ship with no anchor, drifting on a sea of familiar faces that no longer recognize my flag."
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But in poetry we say: "Some people are beautiful on the surface, but your beauty is geological; a deep, inner landscape of kindness and strength that time has carved into something breathtaking." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "Some people are beautiful on the surface, but your beauty is geological; a deep, inner landscape of kindness and strength that time has carved into something breathtaking." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "Our shared path has reached its natural fork; to pretend we can walk as one any longer is to ignore that our destinations now lie in opposite directions."
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But in poetry we say: "Our shared path has reached its natural fork; to pretend we can walk as one any longer is to ignore that our destinations now lie in opposite directions."
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But in poetry we say: "I am standing at a crossroads in a forest with no map, where every path is overgrown with doubt and the sky offers no stars to navigate by."
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But in poetry we say: "I am standing at a crossroads in a forest with no map, where every path is overgrown with doubt and the sky offers no stars to navigate by."
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But in poetry we say: "You don't need to speak; your thoughts have a cadence my heart has learned to recognize. I hear the whole melody in the silence between your sighs."
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But in poetry we say: "You don't need to speak; your thoughts have a cadence my heart has learned to recognize. I hear the whole melody in the silence between your sighs."
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But in poetry we say: "My words left my mouth as careless birds, but I see now they landed as stones; I would give anything to recall them before they shattered the quiet landscape between us." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "My words left my mouth as careless birds, but I see now they landed as stones; I would give anything to recall them before they shattered the quiet landscape between us." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "When the world takes aim at you, turn around; I will be the shield you didn't know you needed, ready to absorb the arrows meant for your heart." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "When the world takes aim at you, turn around; I will be the shield you didn't know you needed, ready to absorb the arrows meant for your heart." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "My courage has become a fragile house, and the wind of what's to come is rattling the walls; I'm afraid that this time, the foundation won't hold." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "My courage has become a fragile house, and the wind of what's to come is rattling the walls; I'm afraid that this time, the foundation won't hold." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "Most silences are empty spaces, but ours is a quiet room filled with unspoken understanding; a language that requires no words, only presence." #poetry
But in poetry we say: "Most silences are empty spaces, but ours is a quiet room filled with unspoken understanding; a language that requires no words, only presence." #poetry