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Just dust in the air and a love withdrawn.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.

I wear my face like painted glass,
A porcelain mask they let me pass.
Smiles stitched with silent grace,
No one sees the hurt in my face.

Rouged my cheeks to hide the cracks,
Polished lies and quiet acts.
Beauty’s just a veil, it seems,
Thin as breath and lost in dreams.

Behind the shine, I want to scream,
But silence keeps the world in theme.
So I perform, composed, serene,
A haunted girl in a pretty scene.

We move like glaciers, slow and still,
A love that wears the earth away,
With ancient strength, it bends the will,
And carves the stone where shadows lay.

Through frozen winds, it makes its path,
A force that never sways,
It leaves no trace, but holds the wrath,
Of centuries that never fade.

Beneath the ice, it hides so deep,
Preserving what the world can’t see,
With frozen hearts together we softly sleep,
wrapped up in a love as endless as the sea.

You and I, we’re carved in ice,
It may be cold, but still, it’s true
A love that’s frozen, pure, precise,
Oh, our glacier love, it’s made for me and you.

There’s a tidepool behind my heart,
small and silver in the evening's breath.
Not deep, but torn in every part
holding you close, keeping your death.

A cracked ring lies in the brine,
still warm with what we never said.
A memory flickers, out of time,
like candlelight around the bed.

***** click like clocks inside my chest,
marking hours I can’t reclaim.
Anemones bloom with soft unrest,
each one uncurling saying your name.

The tide recedes but leaves it all—
your cologne, your smirk, a Polaroid of our crowd.
A sea-star clings against the wall,
where everything we built has fallen down.

No current comes to pull it free,
this shallow grave of silent songs.
But I return religiously,
to worship where your ghost belongs.

So yeah,
the moon looks on forever marred,
but this is where I rot instead.
In the tidepool of a love too hard,
where nothing lives, but nothing's dead.