Attachment wraps like cold steel,
A binding touch that feels unreal.
Cuffed wrists, a silent plea,
Am I the prisoner or set free?

The key is lost, or never found,
Caught between love’s silent sound.
Am I the captive or the key?
In this locked dance, who holds me?

A kiss like metal, sharp and deep,
A promise made, a secret to keep.
Are we bound, or do we break?
In your hold, is it love or just fate?

Love once hummed in perfect tune,
A symphony beneath the moon,
Each heartbeat a scar we couldn't mend
like a melody we softly bled.

But silence crept through shifting skies,
Like violins with broken cries,
The notes we knew dissolved in mist,
A phantom of songs we once had kissed.

Now every chord is out of place,
Each rhythm stumbles, lost in space,
The lyrics fall like brittle leaves,
A ballad bruised by make-believe.

Where harmony once wrapped us tight,
Only aching echoes ring in the night,
our love, a song without its core,
Drifts unheard forevermore.

Beneath the moon's soft, stolen glow,
Whispers thread the air, low and slow.
A touch, a breath, a fleeting glance,
In shadows deep, we find our dance.

The stars stand guard, their light a veil,
Letting passion speak where our hearts prevail.
The world's asleep, yet we're awake,
In secrets shared, in love's embrace.

The moon, our witness, silent and wise,
Conceals the truth behind its skies.
Its silver beams trace every move,
A silent ally, sworn to prove.

Among the galaxies, we slip through time,
Two comets lost in love’s old rhyme.
In moonlight's hold, we choose to stay,
Two souls astray, yet led love's way.

When dawn arrives, we'll fade from view,
The moon will guard what we once knew;
A secret kept in whispered rhyme,
A moonlit alibi, frozen in time.

Skies turn gray, but I don't mind
it's matched my mood for quite some time.
The rain taps the window like a soft lullaby,
I close my eyes and let it lie.

I pour my tears into a glass,
a toast to the things that didn't last.
The love, the laughs, the perfect plans
Slipped like water through my hands.

Let the kingdoms fade like perfume in the rain,
weren't they just illusions anyway?
I wore the crown, I played the part,
Now all I want is a softer heart.

So I wrap my hurt in velvet threads,
Tuck it beneath my tangled head.
And maybe when I wake someday,
the pain will have flown away.

'Cause even sorrow's got a song,
and darkness doesn't stay long.
The sun still kisses the morning dew
And I'll dream my way back to you.

Love was an hourglass, steady and bright,
Each promise a grain in the softening light.
We watched as the moments began to slip,
A fleeting dream from your trembling lips.

Each grain was a hope, a word we had shared,
A promise to hold, a love we declared.
But time, like a thief, took what we knew,
All the sands fell out and so did you.

You held the base, I grasped the top,
Fingers trembling, unable to stop.
The glass began to crack and break,
And with it, our love began to ache.

The sands of our heart scattered wide,
No longer a rhythm, no longer a guide.
Each grain a reminder of what once was,
Now dust in the air, with no reason or cause.

And in the end all that’s left to see,
Are shards of what we used to be.
The hourglass shattered, the promises gone,
Just dust in the air and a love withdrawn.

You touched my hand in ocean air,
The boardwalk hummed a sultry tune.
With cherry lips and windswept hair,
We danced beneath a silver moon.

We soared down coastal roads,
Chasing the stars, kissing the sky
Love bloomed in secret, sweet and bold,
Then faded fast like summer nights in July.

The sunset burned, the tide grew cold,
You whispered dreams, then slipped away.
Now memories, like dust and gold,
Still haunt the heat of yesterday.

The mind is a haunted house draped in lace,
With perfume ghosts and a cracked mirror face.
Creaking doors lead to rooms of regret,
Where old love letters are damp with sweat.

In the attic, dreams hang like gowns,
Sequins and shadows in delicate frowns.
I slow dance with memory, dressed in a night,
A flash, one moment and then I say goodbye.

Down in the dark where the secrets sleep,
I hum lullabies that still make me weep.
So if you knock, come in gentle and slow
Not every locked door has something you want to know.