The rain whispers secrets on the glass,
Telling me stories from our love gone past.
I stare far off and let the tears roll down my face,
Wishing the storm would wash away your name.

I’m asking now, don’t you think it’s cruel?
You stole my heart like some beautiful jewel.
You ran away and you didn’t care
Now I’m alone here dressed in silk and despair.

You said you needed some place new
But you took my heart in your vintage shoes.
Now I’m listening to the rain, soft and slow
Like the score to a black and white show.

I’ve been dancing with a ghost of you
Begging the storm to let me drown in the gloom
You were the only song I ever believed
Now you’ve gone to chase a bygone dream

I’m begging the rain to drop your name on every rose
And telling the moon to hold you close
Begging you to feel the ache we used to know
Hoping a flood of love again grows.

Her kisses were loaded dice,
Each touch a wager, tossed in the air,
A chance to lose, a chance to slice,
To see if love was truly there.

She hummed her lines like lullabies,
But in her gaze the trap was laid,
A bluff concealed in velvet lies,
Where every wager bled and paid.

With every kiss, a coin was spent,
Her smile, a mask of sweet deceit,
She’d deal the cards, her heart unbent,
And leave you scrambling at her feet.

She played the odds, she took her turn,
Each moment etched in faint disguise,
But in the loss, you’d always yearn,
For more of her endless lies.

I fold my dreams into corners of cotton,
lying alone in perfume stained sheets.
The night hums low, like a record forgotten,
playing your name on repeat.

Love was a crane I tried to fashion
from motel linens and lullaby lies
but paper hearts don't beat with passion
and are torn apart without goodbyes.

You held me like a secret stanza,
lips inked with things you wouldn't say.
Each kiss a promise in italics,
each embrace in soft decay.

We were origami, darling;
beautiful, but each fold unraveled in the end.
I search for you in the creases of craving,
In pursuit of our love again.

Your tears, they fall like crystal rain
Each one a song of sweet despair
I trace the edges of your pain
And lose myself in shadows there

My baby, you're a dream undone
A broken hymn, a bleeding star
Still shining when the night is gone
Still beautiful, just as you are

Your scent, it haunts my every sigh
A ghost that clings to skin and bone
Your lips once red now whisper why
And leave me feeling more alone

I love the way you fade away
Like smoke that slips through grasping hands
A rose that wilts but dares to stay
Still blooming in the shifting lands

You're lost to time
But in my mind you linger, true
A tragic song, a dying rhyme
My darling, I'm here and still I worship you

I packed for love or so I thought,
With truths I wore and the lies you brought.
A threadbare trust in a dress of grace,
Your smile tucked into the velvet case.

Hidden deep beneath the seams,
Were ghosts that danced amongst my dreams.
Each one a whisper soft and low,
A secret you thought I'd never know.

A kiss that strayed, a veiled excuse,
A promise made and then cut loose.
You folded guilt in woven lies
And tucked it snug under alibis.

They stir each time I try to sleep,
A weight I carry, buried deep.
They follow close, like silent hosts
I'm bearing a suitcase full of ghost.

Now every step I feel the drag,
the silent weight, like a tattered flag.
No zipper shuts them in too tight,
I'm haunted still by morning light.

His blow fell soft, like love’s deceit,
A kiss disguised in cruel repeat.
The bruise bloomed slow, a violet kiss,
A ghost of touch I dared not miss.
He held me close, then pulled away,
A pendulum of night and day.
He spoke in petals, struck in thorns,
Left warmth inside the coldest scorn.
He broke me gently, piece by piece,
Each crack a vow, a promise he wouldn't keep.
But love was fire I couldn't tame,
So still I stayed and took the flame.

Love walked backward from the shore,
its footprints swallowed by the tide,
no farewell, no final roar,
just silence where it did reside.

It kissed the rocks with embrace,
then slipped beneath the grayest hue,
pulling the warmth from every place,
where once our laughter grew.

I stood, a beacon dim and worn,
as all we were slipped out to sea.
The tide withdrew what I had sworn
to hold; then left the wreck of me.

Now in the hush of every wave,
I hear the ghost of what we knew.
Love drifts the way the ocean wanes,
not all at once, but true and through.