I wore a veil under the shroud of night,
Laced in stars and candlelight.
Perfume thick with sins I crave,
Picking flowers for my grave.

Lust bloomed first in crimson wine,
Dripping down lips that once were mine.
Gluttony, a sugared rose,
Fed me dreams of overdose.

Greed grew gold on every stem,
But nothing's ever enough for them.
Sloth laid lilacs on my chest:
Soft and slow, so I took my rest.

Wrath was thorns beneath my lace,
Love turned bitter, sweetness erased.
Envy wrapped in ivy vines,
Choked the breath from me, blurring the lines.

And Pride, that peacock-colored bloom,
Adorned me for my walk to doom.
With every petal, every sigh,
I walked the aisle and said my goodbyes.

A bouquet bound with satin thread,
For vows I whispered to the dead.
And as the bells softly weep for my demise
I smiled and remind, "Death will be my bride."

You think it’s magic,
like I was born with glitter in my veins,
You chase the shine,
but darling, envy leaves a darker stain.

Your life's a script with no direction,
a plotless play, a sad distraction.
You sneer at me from shadowed seats,
but I’m the show; the main attraction.

The lights adore me,
my heels are power on this stage,
While you sit there bitter,
burning with a secondhand rage.

You crave the crown,
but couldn’t stand the weight,
So here you pout,
a hater dressed in stolen fate.

Applause rains down like sweet seduction,
while you dissolve in self-destruction.
Watching from the balcony tonight
you’ll never reach this kind of high.

You live in the distance where day loses name,
Where the ocean forgets who it’s trying to blame.
I loved you like longing, like dusk loves the sea,
Like the girl in the doorway you swore you would be.

You were velvet and static, a half-finished song,
Beautiful, broken, and gone far too long.
I traced you through dark times and through smoke-colored skies,
Through motel confessions and television lies.

I begged you to anchor, to stay in the light,
But your heart beat in shadows, in cold neon nights.
You kissed like the promise of something brand new,
But vanished each time that I got close to you.

And loving you felt like chasing the line
Where the heavens get drunk and forget how to shine.
You live in the place I can never quite reach;
Where the tide pulls back and the sirens preach.

So I dress in my silence, in roses and blue,
Staring out past the world, still waiting for you.
But the truth is a shore that I can't step across...
The horizon won’t hold me, and for now you're lost.

There’s a spell in the blood and salt in the air,
A curse in the kiss and a ghost in the stare.
Born of midnight, veiled in flame,
Running from silence, dancing with shame.

Hands crafting herb blends with care,
Trying to live like the magic’s not there.
But love’s not gentle when it's marked by fate,
It doesn't knock, it doesn’t wait.

One wandered far where the wild winds wail,
Drunk on danger with fire on every trail.
Bound by blood and bound by bone,
Even in distance, never alone.

They buried the past in roots and stone,
But darkness listens and makes itself known.
What you hide in the soil will rise in the mist,
A ghost in the room, a bruise on the wrist.

The storm arrived in a circle of hands,
A reckoning danced through the salt-strewn sands.
And from the ashes, a truth they smiled,
One saying you keep me safe.
One saying You keep me wild.

Now the wind sings through the garden gate,
No longer bound by fear or fate.
Love is not cursed; it’s just beguiled
By witches who's craft are both safe and wild.

My soul is like a terrarium, sealed in glass and still,
A forest bred from silence, bent to fate’s cruel will.
Each thought a tangled ivy vine, each fear a thorned bouquet,
I water them with past regrets and let them grow away.

Light leans in gently, but my glass won't crack,
A paradise turned prison where the green won't turn black.
Hope is just a brittle sprout that wilts beneath my touch,
Too delicate to flourish where the shadows grow too much.

I used to dream of open fields, of air that kissed my skin,
But now I bloom in solitude, with guilt grown thick within.
A garden of my making, lush with vines of dread and doubt;
So beautiful in madness that I can't seem to get out.

He said, “I'm no saint, but I drive real fast,”
She lit her smoke and let the moment last.
In a rusted Ford with a broken tune,
They chased the dusk, outran the moon.

She wore her rouge with vows to sin,
He kissed her hand and pulled her in.
Bank vault dreams and pistol pride,
Two shadows dancing, side by side.

The papers called them devil’s kin,
But hearts still swooned for the mess they’re in.
With every score, the red ran deep,
But love like that don’t come cheap.

The law caught wind, the trap was set,
One last kiss, one last heist was met.
They went to the dawn in a blaze of lead,
Young and wild, now cold and dead.

So pour one out for the stolen ride,
For the doomed romance they couldn’t hide.
Some love burns fast, some love runs dry;
Theirs bloomed just long enough to die.

Our eyes met that gloomy day,
And I immediately knew
It had been another time another place
I had always loved you

Lives we lived together
Spanning since the dawn of time
Energy of us tethered
Two souls intertwined.

Soulmates don't always work out as planned
Life gets in the way.
Things just aren't so grand
And our path isn't paved.

Is it wrong to crave a soul?
Is it wrong to lust for the past?
And to long for someone you've always known?
Wishing love forever lasts.