In winter’s grip, I lost my way,
A frozen heart, a sky of gray.
But deep beneath the ice and stone,
A quiet strength began to grow.

Then spring arrived on softened ground,
With buds of hope and birdsong sounds.
I bloomed in colors I’d never known,
From pain; a brighter self was sown.

The summer sun lit up my face,
I danced with joy in open space.
With every heatwave, storm, and breeze,
I learned to love with deeper ease.

And autumn breathed, “Let go" with grace,
Some dreams were never yours to chase.
In golden loss, I found my truth,
There’s beauty in outgrowing youth.

Even storms that split my skies
Left clearer light behind goodbyes.
Through every turn, between sky and sea,
The seasons shape the soul of me.

It starts with an itch beneath the skin,
silence breaking deep within.
No warning alarm, no dying hymns
just pressure building at the brim.

My past hangs heavy, rough and tight,
a suit of scale that dims the light.
But growth is cruel; it splits, it rips,
and leaves you naked to your tips.

I scrape along the jagged stone,
each twist a crack, each breath my own.
rendering a new me with changes inside,
the façade I wore, my pains died.

While I'm raw in this new guise,
I'm rising with sharper, clearer eyes.
For loss is gain when change begins,
like a serpent I'm freed from dying within.

Behind the glass, I wear my crown,
frozen twirls in plastic grace.
Blue lips smile as I spin around,
with glittery flakes upon my face.

They twist the key to make me spin,
my dance begins, then fades to slow.
A hollow waltz I float within,
beneath the pale and falling snow.

A vinyl tune begins to play,
a haunted hum that chills the bone.
Its notes drift through a world of gray,
unheard by hearts long turned to stone.

I waltz beneath a shattered moon,
each step a dream that’s slipped away.
A brittle dance to a broken tune,
with memories that never stay.

I wear my fate like silk and lace,
where loneliness and ache entwine.
A hollow smile on a porcelain face,
my ballgown trapped in frozen time.

Sadness lingers, soft and bold,
in silence where no stars explode.
A tragedy spun in winter’s cold;
a girl trapped in a ******* snow globe.

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.

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.

I curled in your love like a larva,
blind to the cage I was in.
You fed me sweet lies like nectar,
and I bloomed with the rot from within.

Spun myself in silk-built silence,
a tomb dressed up as a dream.
Your voice was a lullaby;
soft, slow, and serpentine underneath.

In darkness I shed who I was,
each memory molted and torn.
My bones turned to lace in the silence,
and my sorrow grew wings to be born.

Now I rise in the hush of the after,
light pouring through every vein.
What once broke me now blooms beneath me;
I'm a monarch born from the flame.

Our desires were chalk lines and strawberry wine,
A beautiful disaster lost somewhere in time.
Yellow tape fluttered where promises bled,
Broken glass glimmered like the words left unsaid.

Lipstick stained bottles tipped over the past,
Your hands left their mark, and Gods, did they last.
Velvet night violence hits sweetly under covers,
Choking the life out like an aggravated lover.

I wore my heartbreak like a diamond-cut jewels,
Dancing through wreckage addicted to you; like a fool.
You left me for dead in the heat of your crime;
But darling, destruction was truly sublime.

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.

Cherry stained lips in the heat of July,
dripping sweet nothings like peach colored wine.
He called me his sugar, his muse, his flame,
but summer's a dream that won't ever remain.

Lemon light kisses strewn in my hair
his hands are on my hips and pulling me there.
He tasted like heat waves and strawberry sins,
a charm so alluring he ****** me right in.

Now the orchard is quiet the nectar runs dry,
the vines are all empty, silently I cry.
If I close my eyes I can still taste the past,
sweet like a promise and too golden to last.

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.

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.

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.

I'm a daydreamer, a drifter, lost in despair,
Writing love songs through fog that's filling the air.
Smoke in my lungs I'm lost in the haze
it helps blend together the darkest of days.

Kissing this wine just to numb the sting
Everything was a lie and now I'm an angel without wings.
Through mascara tears with a soul laid bare
I realized hell doesn't want me, and heaven never cared.

With a revolver, I'm here tongue in cheek
Pretty when tragic, divine when I'm weak.
Pour me another, let the bottle confess,
All of my sins leave me undressed.

Moonlight's my witness and the night knows my name,
Beauty and madness are one in the same.
Light up my sins and watch them consume,
The scent is morose like heartbreak’s perfume

I'm a daydreamer, broken and scared,
My life’s a nightmare, like chaos without cares.
I'm in a reverie moving too fast,
Sh*t luck future and dirt covered past.

When everything is loud the mind goes silent
but never in the way one would like it
The race is so overwhelming it's now just a hum
The hands are steady but the mind grows numb
Eager to please unsteady to rise
Constant exhaustion from boundaries pushed aside.
Anger held down suppressed in the void
Feelings inundate, set up to destroy.

The needle drops like rain at night,
Soft hiss, then suffering takes its flight
Your voice a ghost in satin sound,
Still sings the lie that brought me down.

It spins around, so bittersweet,
Sounds of idolatry on every beat,
Same chorus clings like cigarette ash,
Your same old promise, the same old crash.

In candlelit noir, I play pretend,
and darling this track just won’t end
Just vinyl tears and minor chords,
Your love is a loop of empty words.

“You’ll never be alone,” you said
But baby, that skip plays loud instead.
A line that lingers, carved in pain,
Are like desires that lurk in the rain.

You were the song I always craved,
I was the silence you couldn’t save.
Now every dusk, I press rewind,
And bleed your echo from my mind.

Same song, same skip,
Playing over in essence
And that lyric still haunts me,
Like a fingerprint on all my affections.

I feel so tired,
I feel so alone,
and yet in this life
it's all I've ever known.

Darkness looms within my mind
Eating up all of my insides
All good things come to an end
But what happens when they never began?

Am I stuck in limbo
Forever in this war
Do I even know myself?
Just a shell of who I was before.

Committing to everything is all that I want,
but the guilt living in my head is what haunts
I seem in the moment to be able to forget
all the good things that live within my head.

I know there will come a time when I will make that choice
but do I try to make forever last or do I fall into the void?

The battle in my mind rages loud
and on the outside I'm calm,
but really there's no one around
and so into depression I fall

the silence is eerie where I sit,
in limbo with the love and hate
one side so deserving of one to commit
the other longing for a dreadful fate

there is nothing left to be done or said
no words to help heal the heart
when you live a life at war with yourself
and call your chaos an art

The weight of the void pulls me deep,
a temptation I can’t seem to outlast.
The only solace I find is in sleep
bound by the nightmares of my past.

The battle in my mind rages loud
and on the outside I'm calm,
but really there's no one around
and so into depression I fall

the silence is eerie where I sit,
in limbo with the love and hate
one side so deserving of one to commit
the other longing for a dreadful fate

there is nothing left to be done or said
no words to help heal the heart
when you live a life at war with yourself
and call your chaos an art

The weight of the void pulls me deep,
a temptation I can’t seem to outlast.
The only solace I find is in sleep
bound by the nightmares of my past.

I play roulette with every thought,
Spinning chambers I forgot.
Mirror demons sip my tears,
Whisper vices in my ears.

Will it be the blade of blame,
Or pills pressed down with sweeter shame?
A noose of pearls, a kiss of lead,
Which love song will I die with? My dread.

Velvet chains or drowning gin,
Sapphire lies or suffering’s din.
Every shadow takes its turn,
To light the match and watch me burn.

Choose your weapon, take the stage,
Beauty bleeding out of rage.
Gold-tipped sorrow, silk regret…
Darling death, we haven’t danced yet.