---

Once Again
by Morning Star

Once again,
I fall straight through—
you rip the tears
right out of me.

You came
when I wasn't even looking,
cut through my soul
like it was still free to bleed.

You told me stories—
I’d heard that script before.
You saw me coming,
like stars breaking through cloud,
and still twisted me
like I was nothing,
like I was no good.

Then you balanced my heart
against your blood,
made it feel
like love was mutual,
like I could breathe—
and then tore it all
apart.

You said you loved me.
You gave me your heart.
But mine—
you took freely,
and ripped it to pieces
without even blinking.

You vanished
the moment I cried.

Now I sit alone—
numb, dead-eyed—
and you pretend
I don’t exist.

You can’t even text me.
Like I never mattered.
Like this—
this ache—
was just a phase.

So take your spin,
your tired lines,
your twisted truths
and cast them aside—
just like you did
with my mind.


---

Why would u
Pretend betray be nice
Just to rip it from. Under ice
Why would you pretend then stake me in the heart
Drive your knife straight through my heart
Like I'm just your prey inthe night
I'm frozen on your silence
You treated me like a fool and broke me like I'm just a peice of broken life
Something divided between dark and light
I showed you my truth the complete light
Opened my soul and stopped the flight
But then u broke me like I'm nothing
A ghost in your light
Some you could damage leave in the dark and abuse my heart
Leave me to cry
Now leave me the alone so I can mend my heart
Please 🙏  leave me alone

O Dark Knight
by Morning Star

Once more she sits by moon’s pale grace,
Upon her tower's stone embrace,
And gazes o’er the shadowed glen,
Where once he rode and vowed again.

He came to her in silver light,
A noble soul, her dark-cloaked knight.
He bore her hence from sorrow’s keep
To halls where stars and fire did sleep.

But when the dusk with silence crept,
She fled the halls where love had slept.
Back to her tower’s haunted stone,
To shield her heart and weep alone.

For deep beneath the woodland’s breath,
The Captor waits with claws of death.
The wind it howls, the branches groan—
And she, afraid, stands all alone.

She dreams in veils of shadowed sleep,
That he might climb the hill so steep,
With sword in hand and flame in chest,
To pierce the dark and grant her rest.

To scale the thorn-wrapped tower high,
To break the spell with battle cry.
To shatter locks and chains unseen—
And take her to his keep serene.

Yet still she waits by stone and flame,
And whispers soft his ancient name.
But fear is strong, and holds her fast—
The knight she loves has long since passed.

The fall below, too deep, too black,
No faith to leap, no strength to act.
She clasps her gown, her breath grown thin—
And he, once near, now sleeps within.

At dawn, no hoof nor helm appears—
No light, no sword, no prince, no tears.
Her captor grins and drags her low,
To dungeons cold where sorrow grows.

She prays to fate, to twist the thread—
To free her heart, though hope lies dead.
For love did come, and love did fade—
Too late the vow that once was made.


---

For the First Time
By Morning Star

For the first time,
I see you—
Lying on my pillow,
In the stillness that follows
Being alone.

Your scent,
It lingers deep,
Like a memory folded
In the sheets of sleep.
Your arms—
I feel them
Even in dreams.

For the first time in my life,
It feels true—
A heartbeat echoes
And I know it's you.

Each moment we're apart,
I trace you
In the silence.
Whispers travel
Where light once grew.

I lay my head
Upon your chest,
And hold you close
In quiet rest.

The stars above—
They seem to know,
Aligning gently
In love’s soft glow

Colours Burn
by Morning Star

Colours burn into my mind,
twisting, turning, open wide—
and rain, like heartbreak,
beats against the heart—
tears of years, torn apart.

I wait in silence,
hoping someone soon will come—
to hold the sword,
to bring the sun,
to drive the shadows far from here,
and lift me from this angry glare.

The hare runs swift beneath the trees,
low and light, beneath the breeze.
The deer lies still, too scared to move—
for hunters loom,
and swords pursue.

But the little one,
she dares to dream—
a dream to hush
the inner scream.
She reaches out
toward sacred light—
and in his glow,
she finds new life.

Yet anchors grip and pull her back,
as shadows press a cold attack.
Still, she fights, and braves the door,
though fear still whispers
more… and more.

The voice remains—
a ghost, a chill,
a broken spell
that haunts her still.

And no one comes,
and no one hears,
as storms crash through
the passing years.

Until—
she sees you.
And all is still.

Hope is all She has right now
Everlasting light and how
Learn to calm the pain inside
Ever trying to leave it behind
Noone sees her noone can  
Everything is dark again

Pull
By Morning Star

Colours burn into my mind,
Twisting, turning—open wide.
Rain beats deep within the heart,
Like tears of years torn far apart.

Hoping someone soon will come,
Hold the sword, and bring the sun—
To chase the shadows from the air,
And pull me from their angry glare.

Soft, the hare runs rushing by,
Fleeing fast toward open sky.
The deer lies still, too scared to move,
As the hunter nears—its fate to prove.

But the little one, she dares to dream—
To silence pain, to stop the scream.
She reaches out, and in his light,
She steps into a world turned bright.

Yet anchors tight still pull her back,
She fights, she braves the open track.
Still, behind, the voice remains—
A whisper cold, a chain of pain.

The evil, broken, heavy chill
Still calls, and always, always will,
As long as storms come crashing through—
And no one comes...
No one breaks through.