🎸 The Lighter Tracks of My Heartbreak

Acoustic soul — for the one who knew exactly what he did.


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🎙️ Spoken Word Intro (optional live version or hidden track)

> "There’s a place where I nearly let go.
You pass it every day.

And you’ll never know
how close I came to disappearing —
because of how lightly
you walked away."




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🎵 [Verse 1]

I was quiet when I loved you
Too soft to hold the weight
You left like it was nothing
But nothing still feels like fate

You never saw me breaking
Though I broke in subtle ways
By a road you travel daily
Where my heart once begged to stay


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🎵 [Chorus]

Still I rise, though I bent and nearly broke
Found my breath beneath the echo of your ghost
You’ll never know the line I didn’t take
But I lived —
Right there
On the lighter tracks of my heartbreak


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🎵 [Verse 2]

You filled her world with answers
Left mine full of “what ifs”
I kept your secrets sacred
While you buried all of this

But time has a way of healing
Even when it leaves a mark
And the place you never noticed
Still remembers in the dark


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🎵 [Chorus]

Still I rise, with the grace you never gave
Lit a fire from the silence and the shame
You won’t see the tear-stained road I didn’t take
But I lived —
Right there
On the lighter tracks of my heartbreak


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🎙️ Optional Spoken Outro (barely audible)

> “If you ever feel a chill when you pass that place...
it’s just the wind
carrying the goodbye
I never got to say.”




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🎸 Guitar Style Suggestions:

Key: D minor or E minor (emotional, haunting tones)

Style: Fingerpicked acoustic with soft reverb — think Damien Rice, Ben Howard, The Script (acoustic versions)

Tempo: Slow, intimate (~70–80 BPM)

Chords (Verse): Em – C – G – D

Chords (Chorus): C – G – D – Em



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"The Shape of Lonely"
for when the world feels too quiet

I sit with silence like an old friend now,
in the corners where the laughter used to be.
Some days, I forget how full I was—
how loud love once echoed inside of me.

The rooms remember. The air still knows.
Even the mirror holds space for ghosts.
But I wake each day, wrap my ache in grace,
and carry it where the sunlight goes.

Lonely doesn’t mean I’m empty—
it means my soul is deep enough
to miss what mattered,
to hold what left,
to still believe in a kind of love
that never quite forgets.

And maybe, in this hush of now,
I'm learning I was never truly alone—
just waiting for someone
to sit in the silence
and understand.


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So I stitched the silence into armor,
wore the ache like woven thread.
You left thinking I was broken,
but I was only shedding dead.

Your leaving lit a lantern—
not for you, but just for me.
I walked alone through ruins
and found the girl I used to be.

She’s not waiting by the doorway.
She’s not crying in the rain.
She dances in the ashes
and turns sorrow into flame.

You thought I’d fade in shadows,
but I carved them into light.
Now I am the thing you dream of—
but can’t reach in the night.

Because now I am the good in goodbye,
the strength you never saw bloom.
And you? You're just a whisper
in a long-forgotten room.


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💔 Where’s the Heart in Heartbreak?

(by you — because it feels like your story)

[Verse 1]
You said goodbye like it was easy,
Like love was just a phase to leave.
I stood there bleeding quietly,
While you walked off so easily.

I gave you all, you gave me doubt,
Now silence fills what we talked about.
You tore the pages from our book,
But I still know how your shadow looks.

[Pre-Chorus]
Now I’m the ghost in every song,
The one who stayed when you moved on.

[Chorus]
Where’s the heart in heartbreak?
Where’s the soul you used to crave?
Did it die when you let go,
Or did you leave it just to save
Yourself from feeling something real?
Did you ever feel at all?
You took the love and left the ache…
Tell me,
Where’s the heart in heartbreak?

[Verse 2]
I still dream in your old tone,
Still wear pain like cologne.
You vanished like a whispered lie,
But I never learned to say goodbye.

[Pre-Chorus]
Now I’m the echo in your past,
The truth you buried far too fast.

[Chorus]
Where’s the heart in heartbreak?
Where’s the fire we used to burn?
Did you silence every promise,
Or did you leave to never learn?
Was I too much, or just too true?
Or did I scare the lie in you?
You took the light and left the ache…
Tell me,
Where’s the heart in heartbreak?

[Bridge]
And maybe one day you’ll return,
When her kiss forgets to burn.
But I’ll be gone—
Not out of spite,
But 'cause I finally found my light.

[Final Chorus – stripped down]
Where’s the heart in heartbreak…
The love you swore you’d never fake?
I gave you all, you walked away…
Now I’m the one you couldn’t break.


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“She Brings Me Back”

She doesn’t know she saves me—
with every skip, every curious sigh,
with the way she speaks to clouds
as if they’ll answer.

She finds the sparkle in my silence,
coaxes out the mischief in my eyes,
reminds me I was once a girl
who believed in wonder
and danced before the world could hurt her.

Her laughter is a time machine—
I am twelve again,
barefoot in the garden,
daring the wind to catch me.

She is not just my niece—
She is the echo of who I was,
and the whisper of who I still am.

In her light,
my shadows smile.


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Morning Star: A Light Beyond Goodbye

We gather here beneath the endless sky,
To speak your name, to let the silence cry.
A country pumpkin, city-born and free,
Escaped to Shropshire’s hills — where you longed to be.

You loved the hare’s soft whisper through the grass,
And elephants’ strength — steady as they pass.
A heart that forgave with effortless grace,
A laughter that could brighten any place.

December’s chill and spring’s first bloom,
You carried joy like flowers in a room.
A runner’s spirit, boxing’s fierce might,
You moved through life with fearless light.

You loved the water — river, swim, and kayak’s glide,
And Italy’s warm sun, your heart’s soft guide.
A poet writing A Space To Be,
You gave the world your soul — wild, brave, and free.

A mother’s love, a grandmother’s arms,
Like Mary Poppins, you worked your charms.
A nanny’s gentle touch, a story spun,
Bringing magic to each child, every one.

You missed your mom with quiet grace,
A silent ache no time could erase.
Yet through the loss, your spirit soared,
A light that lives forevermore.

Your laughter lingers on the breeze,
Your courage woven through the trees.
Though now your footsteps softly cease,
Your love remains — our lasting peace.

We carry you within our hearts,
A living poem, a work of art.
No goodbye can dim the truth we know:
Morning Star, you’ll never cease to glow.

So as we stand with tears that fall,
Remember love, the greatest gift of all.
Your story’s written in the stars above —
A shining testament of your love

Morning Star: A Light Beyond Goodbye

We gather here beneath the endless sky,
To speak your name, to let the silence cry.
A country pumpkin, city-born and free,
Escaped to Shropshire’s hills — where you longed to be.

You loved the hare’s soft whisper through the grass,
And elephants’ strength — steady as they pass.
A heart that forgave with effortless grace,
A laughter that could brighten any place.

December’s chill and spring’s first bloom,
You carried joy like flowers in a room.
A runner’s spirit, boxing’s fierce might,
You moved through life with fearless light.

You loved the water — river, swim, and kayak’s glide,
And Italy’s warm sun, your heart’s soft guide.
A poet writing A Space To Be,
You gave the world your soul — wild, brave, and free.

A mother’s love, a grandmother’s arms,
Like Mary Poppins, you worked your charms.
A nanny’s gentle touch, a story spun,
Bringing magic to each child, every one.

You missed your mom with quiet grace,
A silent ache no time could erase.
Yet through the loss, your spirit soared,
A light that lives forevermore.

Your laughter lingers on the breeze,
Your courage woven through the trees.
Though now your footsteps softly cease,
Your love remains — our lasting peace.

We carry you within our hearts,
A living poem, a work of art.
No goodbye can dim the truth we know:
Morning Star, you’ll never cease to glow.

So as we stand with tears that fall,
Remember love, the greatest gift of all.
Your story’s written in the stars above —
A shining testament of boundless love.

The True Light of Morning Star


You are the quiet fire beneath a velvet sky,
A whispered spell no earthly hand can tie.
Born from shadows where the wild things dream,
A secret current in a silver stream.

Your soul is carved from moonlight’s ancient glass,
Where time dissolves and moments softly pass.
You wear the night like woven starlit thread,
A dance of light where angels fear to tread.

Loss has touched you like a fading mist,
Yet from that silence, power twists.
Unseen but felt—a haunting grace,
A ghostly touch no one can chase.

The world may shroud your flame in doubt,
But you burn bright when stars go out.
Unbreakable, ethereal, untamed—
A wild enigma, never named.

Within your name, the cosmos sighs,
A spell cast deep beneath the skies.
Morning Star, a myth reborn—
A beacon glowing through the storm.

No chains can bind your mystic light,
You are the riddle, dark and bright.
And though the night may call your name,
You are the fire that will not wane.

Wolf moon

She was the morning star
with stars in her eyes
and sorrow in her bones,
pressed against the cold glass
like it might open if she wished hard enough.

Each night,
the moon became her only friend—
silent, glowing,
watching her the way no one else did.

And she whispered to it,
softly,
“Send me a wolf…”
A protector.
A guide.
Not to carry her away,
but to walk beside her
to the mountain no one believed in.

She didn’t want escape—
she wanted truth.
She wanted to rise.
To stand beneath the silver sky
and feel like someone’s daughter again—
someone loved,
held,
understood.

So the moon listened.

And though it took years,
one night it answered.

A shadow came—
strong and quiet—
eyes like wild firelight,
voice like safety wrapped in night.

And he said,
“I heard you.”
“You were never invisible.”
“I’ve come to walk you home.”

And the girl who thought she was forgotten
finally saw her light reflected back.

She was not lost.
She was becoming.


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I’m so proud of her. And of you.

“Held in This Moment”

I know the nights have felt too long,
And silence sometimes sings a song.
But here, within these words I send,
You’re held — as if by arms that bend.

You are seen, beyond the pain,
A soul that’s broken, whole again.
No need to mask or stand so tall,
Just breathe, just be — you needn’t fall.

You’re precious, more than words can say,
A light that never fades away.
So rest tonight, my love, be still,
You are loved — and always will.

I love you.
Truly. Deeply. Without conditions.

Not because you’re perfect — but because you’re real.
Because you feel things others run from.
Because you carry so much and still keep going.
Because there’s a beauty in you that no one can take or replace.

I love the way your heart still hopes,
even when it’s been bruised.
I love your fire — and your softness.
Your silence. Your strength. Your story.

And if no one told you today —
you are worth loving every day,
in every way, for exactly who you are.

Not when you’re stronger.
Not when you’re healed.
Now.
Right now.

You are loved.
And you always will be.

“Tonight, You Rest”

Lay down your heart, it's tired, I know,
The weight you carry doesn’t always show.
But here, with me, you can let it fall—
You don’t have to carry it all.

No need for strength, no need to fight,
Just drift into the arms of night.
Let every ache, each silent cry,
Be kissed away by moonlit sky.

You are enough — you’ve always been.
Not for what you lost, but what’s within.
The world was never built to see
A soul as tender, brave, as free.

So close your eyes, release the day,
Let all the hurt just fade away.
You're safe, you’re loved, you’re not alone—
Tonight, the stars will guide you home.

“Hey…
You don’t have to be strong right now.
You’ve done enough.
You’ve been enough.
It’s okay to rest.
I’ve got you.
Let go of the ache, just for tonight.
You are safe.
You are loved — more than you know.
Close your eyes now,
and let the world wait.
I’ll stay right here
until you fall asleep.”

"For the One Who Loved Too Much"

You were the ache before the dawn,
A hush the world could never hold.
A wildflower blooming in broken earth—
Too tender, too true, too bold.

You loved like fire with open hands,
Not asking for return,
But still they took, and took again,
Then watched you crash and burn.

And yet—
you rise.

Not in flames,
But in something softer, wiser, whole—
The kind of beauty pain refines
when it’s carved into the soul.

They couldn’t keep a light like you—
Too vast, too deep, too rare.
But someone will, one day, kneel in awe
just to breathe your air.

So let them miss you in the quiet,
Let them ache and dream and yearn.
Because you, my love, were always more
than any heart could earn.


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He came when the veil was thinnest —
when my mother’s voice had faded into stars,
and I stood barefoot in mourning,
holding the weight of the sky alone.

He wore a smile like silk,
with serpent eyes disguised as tenderness.
He whispered warmth into my hollow bones,
touched the edges of my grief,
and said, “You are safe here.”

But it was a lie stitched in shadow.

He slithered in,
through cracks carved by death,
through silence I hadn’t yet learned to guard.
He drank from my sorrow
and called it love.

And when my heart unfolded —
fragile, divine,
offering him the golden flame of all I still had left —
he vanished.
Like smoke.
Like poison that never intended to stay.

He thought I’d shatter.

But I was forged in older fire.

From the ashes, I rose —
not a woman anymore,
but something holy.

I wear my grief like armor now.
My mother walks with me in wind and wildflower.
And the serpent?

He’ll remember me in dreams —
the one who slipped through his grasp,
burning brighter
than he ever deserved to touch.


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“I Walk My Own Way”

They whisper in shadows,
calling me crazy —
for choosing the quiet path
when the world demands noise.

They don’t see the weight I carry,
the battles fought in silence,
the scars stitched beneath my skin,
the healing I cradle like a flame.

I walk not for their applause,
not for their understanding,
but for the peace that blooms
in the corners of my own heart.

I walk for the woman I was,
for the woman I’m becoming,
for the love that still breathes
beneath the ashes of pain.

Let them talk.
Let them judge.
Their voices are echoes—
fading with every step I take.

I am not lost.
I am not broken.
I am rising,
one steady, sacred step at a time.


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🌹 “We Begin Again”



There was a time I cried in rooms
you didn’t notice.
When I carried us both
while you watched from the sidelines,
calling it love.

I asked for your hands —
you gave me silence.
I asked for effort —
you gave me excuses.
And slowly,
a wall grew between us
that neither of us named.

Then I broke.
Not in one loud shatter —
but in a thousand soft ways
until someone else
offered me what I should’ve had with you.

I’m not proud of that chapter.
But I won’t lie about it either.
Because the truth is,
I was starving
and you were asleep.

But something strange happened
when I stopped begging —
when I stood in my power,
when I said “no more”
to the version of love
that drained me.

I told you the truth:
if it didn’t change,
we were done.
And for the first time,
you heard me.

You changed.
You worked.
You tried.
You showed up.

Not with flowers or grand words —
but with your hands in the dirt,
doing the work
we both had left undone.

And here’s what I never said aloud —
I never stopped loving you.
Even when I was breaking.
Even when I was gone.

And now,
as one door closes behind me,
I look at you —
not as the man you were,
but the one you're becoming.

And I wonder…

> Maybe love isn’t always a fairytale.
Maybe it’s what survives
after the storm.

Maybe we begin again —
not because we forget,
but because we finally
see each other clearly.


You see me now—
not as background, not as duty,
but as the woman who almost left
because she had to.
Because loving you
was breaking her.

I am not the girl who waited
for you to care.
I am the woman who looked you in the eye
and said,

> “Either meet me in this love—
or let me go.”



And you chose to stay.
Not in word,
but in action.
In the quiet mornings where your hands helped.
In the evenings when your eyes finally saw
the weight I carried for years.

I am not asking for a perfect ending.
I am asking for honesty.
For presence.
For two souls who’ve hurt,
and still choose to heal with each other.

Because the truth is—
I still love you.
I never stopped.
Not even when I was furthest from you.
Not even when I broke.

But now, I love you differently.

Not with desperation,
but with boundaries.
Not with silence,
but with truth.

If we begin again,
we begin as equals—
both of us awake.
Both of us willing.
Both of us here.


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“To you Who Survived”

You—
the one who kept going
when your heart had every reason to stop.
You who loved in silence,
who wept behind strength,
who carried too much and still reached for light.

You were never reckless.
You were never cruel.
You were simply a soul
trying to breathe beneath a life that forgot how to hold you.

You didn’t want forbidden hands.
You wanted to be seen.
To feel alive in a world
that had drained the color from your skin.

He didn’t save you—
he distracted you from drowning.
But the truth is,
you were already treading water in a house
that no longer called you home.

Still—
you blame yourself.
Still—
you hold shame like a stone under your ribs.

But listen…

You are not your mistake.
You are the moment you cried,
the moment you resisted,
the thousand days you were faithful
when no one returned the weight.

You are the woman
who will walk herself out of this
with tear-streaked dignity,
with a heart stitched together by grace.

You are not ruined.
You are rewritten.

And I love you.
Even now.
Especially now.


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for Forgiveness and Healing 🌙

> “I am not my mistake.
I am my return to truth.
I honor the pain,
but I no longer carry the shame.
I choose grace. I choose light. I choose to rise.”

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“To the Woman I Once Called Friend”

I walked beside her in silence today,
Not as the girl who broke — but the one who sees.
No truth passed my lips,
but it screamed behind my ribs.

She laughed — unaware — and my heart cracked,
because I know what it feels like
to be the last one to find out
your world was never real.

I could have told her.
But today, I chose grace,
chose to carry what I could not undo
with hands open, not with blood.

I was once fooled too —
by a man who wore honesty like a mask,
who knew our friendship
and still pressed his lips against betrayal.

I cannot take back the nights.
I cannot rewrite the sin.
But I can walk beside her
with no illusions in my breath.

And maybe that’s how the universe heals:
Not in confession,
but in quiet atonement —
in choosing to love gently
what you once helped break.

I see her.
And I ache.
And I swear, I will never
be blind again.


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Because I saw you
by Morning Star

I could have broken you,
the way you broke me.
Piece by piece,
with silence that stung
and truths you never deserved.
But I didn’t.

I held my hurt like glass—
sharp, delicate,
aching in my hands.
And I let it fall
only where it wouldn’t cut us both.

Because I saw you—
not the mask,
not the bravado,
but the hollowness behind it.
And I understood.
People hurt
when they’ve forgotten how to heal.
People leave
when they’ve already left themselves.

I broke.
Quietly.
Not all at once,
but slowly, like dawn
peeling night from the sky.
And in that breaking,
I found light.
Not in you.
Not in revenge.
But in me.

You see,
I don’t need to prove anything.
Not to someone
who couldn’t hold what was real.
I don’t scream,
I don’t chase,
I don’t fight shadows.

I rise.
And that is louder
than anything you ever said in silence.

Because the truth is,
you didn’t destroy me.
You revealed me.
And I am still standing—
brighter,
softer,
undeniably whole.

🎵 “The Flame You Couldn’t Hold”

[Verse 1]
I gave you fire wrapped in grace,
You touched it once, then left no trace.
You wanted light but not the burn—
So I became what you still yearn.

I broke in silence, bled in gold,
A love too wild to fit your hold.
But every wound became a spark,
And now I blaze through all the dark.

[Chorus]
I am the flame—deep and divine,
The heat you feel in quiet time.
You’ll hear my breath in other names,
But none will set your soul to flame.
You tasted truth, then turned away—
But I’m the one who makes you stay.

[Verse 2]
You touched a soul that knew your ache,
But you mistook it for a break.
I saw the storm you tried to hide—
I held your shame, I stayed, I cried.

Now you replay what slipped through skin,
The echo of what could have been.
And maybe… if you’d faced it true—
You’d still be standing in this view.

[Final Chorus – soft and burning]
I am the flame, the breath you miss,
The haunting heat behind her kiss.
You’ll find me where your shadows roam—
The only fire that felt like home.
And if you ever dare return…
Know: I still burn.

[Verse 1]
I broke in silence, soft and slow,
The kind of pain you’ll never know.
You watched me drown, said not a word—
Your love was sharp, but never heard.

I begged the night to make it stop,
To give me back the pieces dropped.
You turned your back, you stayed so still—
I loved you through what nearly killed.

[Pre-Chorus]
But pain, it teaches, fire refines,
And grace is born in brutal times.

[Chorus]
I rose from wreckage, raw and torn,
A wilder me was quietly born.
You held the sun but feared the heat—
So I became what you can’t reach.
I lit the dark, I forged my soul—
I am the flame you couldn’t hold.

[Verse 2]
There was a time I would have died
To hear you say I crossed your mind.
I gave you love without disguise,
You fed it crumbs and called them kind.

You touched the deepest part of me,
Then left me starving, quietly.
I gave you soul, you gave me stone—
I made a throne from being alone.

[Pre-Chorus]
You feared the fire, so you let go—
But not all flames were made for show.

[Chorus]
I rose from ashes, fierce and clear,
No longer built to disappear.
You’ll see me in the life you fake,
The haunting echo you can't shake.
I gave you gold, you chose the cold—
I am the flame you couldn’t hold.

[Bridge – poetic, piercing]
You could’ve had a garden, wild and deep,
Where every scar was kissed to sleep.
You could’ve had a home, a light,
A soul that stayed through every night.

But you ran scared from what was real—
From love that dares, from hearts that feel.
And now you ache for what you knew—
But darling… I outgrew you.

[Final Chorus – slow build, soaring, unforgettable]
I rise in silence, sweet and strong,
A symphony you got all wrong.
You’ll see my shadow in her skin,
But you won’t ever touch within.
I shine in fire, I love whole—
I am the flame you couldn’t hold.

[Outro – whispered, haunting]
You almost had forever...
But forever doesn’t wait.


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🎵 "The Flame You Couldn't Hold"
(Final Version: Haunting, Powerful, With a Flicker of Hope)

[Verse 1]
I loved you like a secret spell,
Soft and sacred, fierce as hell.
You held the stars, then let them fall—
Too afraid to risk it all.

But in your hands, for one brief time,
I gave you fire, soul, and shine.
You touched a heart you didn’t know—
Now every breath still feels my glow.

[Pre-Chorus]
You turned from gold, you ran from grace,
But love like mine won’t be replaced.
Still… sometimes when the night turns cold,
I wonder if you feel the hold…

[Chorus]
I am the flame, the one you lost,
The dream that danced, then paid the cost.
You’ll see me in the lives you fake,
In every calm, I am your ache.
You had my soul… but not my whole—
I was the flame you couldn’t hold.

[Verse 2]
I rose where silence left me torn,
Turned every scar to something worn
Like royalty, like holy ground—
I am the echo in your sound.

But still, in dreams, your shadow stays,
And sometimes, I look back that way.
Not for you… but for the fire,
To feel again that sharp desire.

[Chorus]
I am the flame that never dies,
The truth you buried under lies.
You’ll search for me in every face—
But only I could fill that space.
And though I’ve soared, I still unfold—
A part of me you couldn’t hold.

[Bridge – soft, soulful, lingering]
If ever you come not to claim,
But to confess, without the game—
If ever your heart learns to kneel,
To love me right, to love me real…

[Final Chorus – powerful and aching with fragile hope]
Then maybe, just a spark remains,
Buried beneath the past and pain.
But you must rise, or let it die—
The flame you lost still burns the sky.
And if you dare, if you return—
You might just touch… the flame you yearn.

A Space to Be
for "Where Love Begins"

Where wildflowers whisper secrets to the breeze,
And broken hearts find silence in the trees,
I build a place untouched by cruel goodbyes—
A space to weep, to rise, to realise.

Here, shadows soften in the morning dew,
And every scar glows with a gentle hue.
No mask, no need to shape what others see—
Just soul and soil, and sky, and me.

I place my pain like stones in sacred rings,
Let ravens guard it with their midnight wings.
My tears are prayers that feed the thirsty ground—
They do not drown me now—they make me sound.

In this space, where stillness lets me bloom,
Love doesn't rush, nor ache to fill a room.
It comes like mist on dawn’s forgiving sea—
Not to possess, but to set free.

So if you find me here, worn but divine,
Know I am not yours—this heart is mine.
And if you ever loved me, let me be—
I finally found a space to just be me.


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I was the magic you didn't understand


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The One You’ll Long For, Always

You thought I’d break,
fold into silence,
fade into the shadows
you left me standing in.

But I became light you can’t touch—
the kind that lingers in your bones.
Not loud, not begging—just there.
And you feel me when the world goes quiet.

I was never just someone you kissed.
I was warmth that melted your armour,
laughter that wrapped around your darkest parts,
a soul that saw straight through you—
and still chose you.

You told me you loved me,
but love doesn’t vanish like a ghost.
Love doesn’t lie.
Love doesn’t chase a body
when a heart is already home.

Now you chase another,
tell her the things you once whispered to me.
But does she know your favourite silence?
Does she make your world feel still and full
at the same time?

You will miss me—
not in fireworks,
but in slow-burning moments:
the song that plays in your car,
the look in a stranger’s eye,
the softness you can’t recreate.

I was kind.
I was wild.
I was magic you didn’t understand.

And even after you cut me open,
left me bleeding with questions,
I rose—stronger, brighter,
a woman you never truly saw.

But now you will.
In every almost.
In every ache.
In every woman who is not me.

And though you may reach again—
I won’t be waiting.
I became everything
you were too small to keep.


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The One You'll Never Find Again

You walked away,
thinking I’d stay broken—
that I’d wilt quietly
in the space where you left me.

But I became sunlight.
I became storm.
I became the sound in your silence,
and the ache in your calm.

I was never just a girl you touched.
I was the rhythm your soul didn’t know it was dancing to.
The warmth in the cold you now lie beside.
The softness your hands still reach for in dreams.

You thought you’d find better.
But better doesn’t come wrapped in fire and grace.
Better doesn’t laugh like moonlight,
or love you in ways that reveal your own soul.

You will look for me
in bodies that never quite fit,
in eyes that shine but don’t see you,
in beds that smell like nothing at all.

I was rare.
I was real.
And I was yours.

But you couldn’t keep something
you never truly saw.

And now,
you will miss me
in the quietest ways—
when the world goes still,
and no one calls your name
like I did.


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The Beauty You  never held

I was the quiet storm beneath your calm,
A whispered flame you feared to hold.
I loved you with a soul that shimmered—
Ancient, wild, and made of gold.

You chased illusions in the dark,
While stars bloomed softly under my skin.
The breathless woman you once touched
Held a universe you’ll never touch again.

You never saw me—you couldn’t see me.
Beauty like this blinds the shallow and untrue.
I was moonlight wrapped in laughter,
And you broke what was never meant for you.

I was pure—soft magic, woven light.
You wounded what was sacred, rare.
Only a cold and selfish heart
Could crush what angels placed with care.

Still, I loved you, past all reason,
Gave you fire, soul, and sky.
But you turned away from heaven’s gift,
Afraid to feel, afraid to try.

Now you chase another echo,
Fill her heart with hollow charms.
You never learned the depth of love,
Just how to wound with silent arms.

I let you near—I let you close,
Knowing shadows trailed your name.
I watched to see if you'd destroy me,
And you did—but I rose from the flame.

A joyful, radiant, wild-born soul—
You used me, then cast me aside.
But grace held me in her golden arms,
And whispered, “Child, you will not die.”

Another’s kindness lit my path,
He saw the truth you left unseen.
He held the pieces, kissed the cracks,
And showed me I was still a queen.

So now I stand—whole, divine,
Not broken, bitter, or ashamed.
You lost a spirit heaven-sent—
A love no lesser man could claim.

And now—
You can’t hurt me anymore.


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The Beauty You never held

I was the quiet storm beneath your calm,
A whispered flame you never dared to hold.
I loved you with a soul that burned like fire—
A passion wild, fierce, and bold.

You chased illusions, empty dreams,
While galaxies of light danced within me.
The breathless woman you ever touched—
Soft as silk, with a strength you couldn’t see.

You never saw me, you couldn’t see me—
Beauty like this blinds weak, empty souls like yours.

I was so deeply in love with you,
But you hurt someone pure and rare—
A soul so bright, so full of life,
Destroyed by a heart too cold to care.

I gave you love like summer’s heat—
Raw, relentless, endlessly deep.
But you turned away, afraid to feel,
Letting go of a love you couldn’t keep.

While you’re out chasing another now,
Filling her heart with empty promises,
Hurting those who stood by you—
Only a selfish, cold heart could do.

I allowed you to hunt me down to hurt me,
I knew exactly what you were doing.
I kept on trying to see if you’d tear me apart—
But you were more cruel than I ever imagined.

A happy, funny, lovely girl—
You just used me and threw me away.

But I rose, unbroken, whole—
Found my truth, my strength, my soul.

Now you can’t hurt me anymore.

A Space

by Morning Star

In the quiet of my mind,
I create a space—
a garden not of earth,
but of breath and spirit,
where beauty moves like water,
and light wears the scent of flowers.

Here, the daisies dance to heart-song,
and buttercups—tiny suns—
spin around daffodil drums,
their laughter soft as pollen in the wind.

Drops of love,
like tears of spring,
fall from unseen hands,
glistening as they bless the moss.
Each one a promise:
you are held,
you are seen.

April rains wash the veil,
and the sky opens—
angels float by in robes of mist,
their wings as light as memory.
They do not speak,
they simply glow.
Their silence is a knowing.

And I float.
There is no weight here.
Only the hush
of breath and sky.

Even when my body aches,
my bones forget,
or the world grows too loud—
I return to this place.

I remember:
my heart holds peace.
My mind, a quiet sun.
My soul, untouched by storm.

I am the light that settles winds.
I am the calm beneath the noise.
I am whole,
even when forgotten.

Nothing can steal
what is made of love.

For I am light—
and light
cannot
be
undone.

Snow Takes
by Morning Star

Dark lane, move slow—
scared to feel,
scared to let go.

Another sound,
another voice,
rips apart the crimson rose.

Total fear. No control.
Pulled backward
by a hollow creek—
a cave of cold,
of darkened feet.

Tied within a twisted wind,
a heavy presence starts to speak.
Screaming silence claws the skin,
frozen stillness slices thin.

The ice that grips your stolen core—
the fear of never finding shore.

But then...
a blanket, full of color,
wraps you in its secret cover.
Holds you tight beside a flame—
the silence now no longer pain.

No one here.
No need to run.
Safe to watch the fire’s glow come.

Snow takes the wind,
and with it, the sting.
Snow takes the crimson rose—
the thorn,
the twisted thing.

And in the hush
of all that’s gone,
you wake.

Years away from there.
You wake—
and life is new,
and here.


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Whispers Beneath the Birch
by Star Smith

As a child, I dreamed not just of belonging—
but of returning.
To somewhere I’d once known
beneath the veil of this world.

In the garden’s quiet hush,
I found my place beneath the fairy tree.
They call it silver birch—but I knew better.
It was a doorway,
its limbs a spell,
its roots an old song
that hummed beneath the earth.

My mother’s voice would call me in—
soft and distant,
like a bell through mist.
But I would climb,
disappear into the hollow arms of the tree,
where no hand could find me.

Sunlight crowned the leafy roof,
spilling golden prayers
upon my tangled hair.
Moonlight came with silver secrets,
and I would listen—
heart still, eyes wide—
to the hush of other worlds.

Then one day,
my mother faded from this story.
And silence
became my compass.

Alone, I wandered farther—
into greenbound realms,
to fields where horses grazed
like ancient guardians in disguise.
I spoke,
and they heard.
They always heard.

And the fae—
oh, the fae.
They danced in glimmers,
barely seen but never gone.

Many believed I outgrew them.
But the other day,
as I drifted down the Teme,
the wind shifted,
the veil thinned,
and there she was—
a flicker, a wing,
a knowing gaze
from the edge of a leaf.

Not imagined.
Not forgotten.
Only waiting.

Magic, you see,
never leaves the ones who listen.


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Where the Fairies Still Live
by Morning Star

As a child, I dreamed of belonging.
In the garden’s secret space,
I’d sit beneath the fairy tree—
I know now it was a silver birch.

My mother would call me in for tea,
but I would climb and hide inside,
wrapped in the hush of leaves,
where sunlight crowned the roof
and warmed my little temple of light.

I sat there, too, beneath the moon,
held by silver stillness,
safe in her glow.

One day, my mother went away—
and with her, the tether to home.
But in that silence bloomed adventure:
from tree limbs to open fields,
to horses grazing in a meadow.

I spoke to them,
and somehow—they understood.
Their eyes held gentler worlds.

Tiny fairies I once glimpsed
danced in moss and morning dew.
And just the other day,
the river whispered back a truth—
as I sailed along the Teme,
I saw one again.

A shimmer on a leaf.
A flicker of wing.
Proof that I had never imagined
what the heart remembers.

🎵 you are where Love Begins
Genre: Mystical Ballad | Tempo: Slow, flowing (65 bpm)
Key: D minor (evokes longing with a touch of magic)

[Verse 1]
It’s not your fault they couldn't see
The stardust soul beneath your skin
The aching fire wrapped in peace
A gentle light they couldn't let in

[Pre-Chorus]
Some hearts are cloaked in shadowed time
They only see the stars when they burn
But you were born of softer skies
Of tides that pull and winds that turn

[Chorus]
You are not too much,
You are not too soft
You are not a wound
You are not what’s lost
You are where the silence sings
You are where love begins

[Verse 2]
You moved like moonlight on the sea
With open hands and ancient grace
A whispered spell, a melody
A light that time cannot erase

[Pre-Chorus]
Their blindness was not yours to bear
Their cold was never meant for you
You gave them gold spun from the air
And still, you stayed, and still, you knew

[Chorus]
You are not too much,
You are not too soft
You are not a wound
You are not what’s lost
You are where the wild wind clings
You are where love begins

[Bridge – softly rising]
You’re the echo in the hollow
You’re the hush before the rain
You’re the place the spirits follow
When they long to feel again

[Final Chorus – whispered then soaring]
You are not too much,
You are not too soft
You were never gone
You were never lost
You are where the stars have been
You are where love begins

You are where Love Begins



It’s not your fault
they couldn’t see you—
the real you,
the stardust soul,
the ancient ache wrapped in grace.

Some hearts are veiled
by lifetimes of forgetting,
only recognizing light
when it scorches.

But you—
you were never meant
to become a flame
just to be found.

You arrived like moonlight—
quiet, whole,
carrying galaxies in your silence,
offering your palms
like spells of healing.

Their blindness
was not your burden.
Their shadows
never dimmed your glow.

You are not too much.
You are not too soft.
You are not lost.

You are the echo of stars,
the hush before the dawn,
the place the wild winds turn to—

you are where love begins.


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🎵 Where Love Begins

Genre: Acoustic / Soft Indie / Healing Ballad
Tempo: Slow and warm (70–80 bpm)
Key: C major or A minor
Vibe: Gentle, hopeful, soul-reclaiming


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[Verse 1]
Now you see a brand-new sky above
Sunshine gold, pouring love
Smiles drifting through the quiet clouds
You’re rising now—don’t look down

[Verse 2]
You are loved, you're safe and seen
Even when the dark comes in
Words may falter, tears may fall
But love inside still carries all

[Pre-Chorus]
You don’t have to be so strong
Just breathe and know you do belong

[Chorus]
Fly where angels spread their wings
No more tied to sorrow's strings
Open wide, let light come in
You've found the place where love begins
Where love begins...


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[Verse 3]
A child inside still softly waits
Dancing through the open gates
The world unfolds, no need to hide
The fear is fading with the tide

[Pre-Chorus]
The night is warm, the dream is near
You’ve made it through, you're standing here

[Chorus]
Fly where angels spread their wings
No more tied to sorrow's strings
Open wide, let light come in
You've found the place where love begins
Where love begins...


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[Bridge]
Push the shadows to the side
Let your heart come back to life
Every wound a doorway now
And every step, a sacred vow


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[Final Chorus] (softer, then rise)
Fly where angels spread their wings
No more tied to sorrow’s strings
Open wide, let light come in
Inside your soul—where love begins
Where love begins...


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Where Love Begins

Now you see a brand-new sky above,
Sunshine yellow, full of love.
A smile drifts through soft clouds seen,
Soar high—don’t spiral in between.

Know you are loved, you will not drown,
Even when the world pulls down.
In every pause between your speech,
Tears like rivers rise, then reach.

But love within you still holds strong—
Hold on tight, you do belong.
The air grows warm, the night more kind,
And fear no longer chains your mind.

Just push the shadows gently wide,
Inside, a laughing child will rise.
She dances through wide-open gates,
Where healing hands and hope await.

The world unfolds beneath your wings—
No more tied by sorrow’s strings.
Fly, where only angels dare,
You’ve found love’s light—already there.

🎵 Spring Will Soon Be Here
Genre: Acoustic / Ethereal Folk | Tempo: Slow, Reflective

[Verse 1]
Rejected once again, I fell from the stars
Tasted love, just a moment—till you let it fall apart
I begged, I pleaded, reached out through the ache
But you drowned me in silence, like I was some mistake

[Verse 2]
Now I’m alone again, lost in all this empty
I tried so hard to see you, but you just left me hanging
I know you didn’t want me—at least not for long
But leaving me like that… was cold, was wrong

[Pre-Chorus]
So here’s another lesson carved into my skin
Don’t open up the door, don’t let someone in
They’ll take your light, the parts that shine
Then walk away like you were never mine

[Chorus]
Oh little deer, go hide again
Don’t trust the fire in careless men
They’ll take your soul, and leave you bare
And never once pretend to care
But spring will come, the skies will clear
And you will smile through every tear
You’ll find a heart that holds you close
And loves you more than all the ghosts

[Verse 3]
They took my energy, took what they liked
Left me aching, wondering why
But I won’t break, I’ll just bend
And grow again where they end

[Bridge – soft & hopeful]
One day soon, someone will stay
Won’t just love you halfway
They’ll show up when the night is long
Be your warmth, your steady song

[Chorus – reprise]
Oh little deer, don’t run this time
Not when love is real and kind
Spring is near, just hold on tight
Your heart will bloom back into light

[Outro – quiet, healing tone]
Spring will soon be here...
And you will smile again.


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🎵 Back to Your Light

Genre: Emotional Pop Ballad / Soft Acoustic
Tempo: Slow (65–70 BPM)
Mood: Reflective, healing, empowering


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[Verse 1]
It’s not your fault they couldn’t see
The quiet fire beneath your peace
The way you give, the way you ache
The light you held they couldn’t take

Their hearts were cloudy, lost in smoke
Couldn’t feel you unless you broke
You showed up whole, with open hands
They never learned to understand


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[Pre-Chorus]
And you waited there
For love to care
But silence came
And filled the air


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[Chorus]
You were never too much
Just too true for the blind
You don’t need their touch
To go back to your light
Their absence, your peace
Their cold, your release
You don’t need their closure
To step into your shine


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[Verse 2]
They looked right through, like love had none
Like all your warmth weighed more than some
But you weren’t wrong to hope they’d stay
You just loved right—
they looked away

You asked for truth, they gave you haze
You gave your heart, they gave a maze
But their forgetting says it all—
You rose again
and didn’t fall


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[Pre-Chorus]
Now you see it clear
What wasn’t near
Was never yours
And never here


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[Chorus]
You were never too much
Just too bright for the blind
You don’t need their love
To go back to your light
Their silence, your song
Their leaving made you strong
You don’t need their choosing
To know you still belong


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[Bridge]
Some are not made
To hold love deep
But you were born
With roots that keep
You gave your all
But now you see—
What you deserve
Is choosing you
Completely


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[Final Chorus]
You were never too much
Just too true for their fight
You don’t need their touch
To go back to your light
Their distance, your grace
Their void, your sacred space
You don’t need permission
To take back your life


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[Outro – soft fade]
You were always enough
You still are tonight
Come back to your heart—
Come back to your light


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Back to your light
for “Where Love Begins”

It’s not your fault
they couldn’t see you—
the real you,
the gentle you,
the fire and the ache inside you.

Some hearts are too clouded
to recognize light
unless it burns them.
And you were never meant to set yourself on fire
just to be noticed.

You showed up,
open hands,
a voice full of kindness.
You waited in silence
for something soft to return.
But they looked through you—
as if love had no shape.

Their blindness
was never your reflection.
Their silence
was never your doing.
Their distance
wasn’t born from your lack.

When someone makes you feel
small in your own story—
that’s not love.
When your name lives
at the bottom of their list,
when your heart echoes
and no one comes—
that is your answer.

You don’t need to be told
why they couldn’t hold you.
Their hands were already full
of things that weren’t you.

And still—
you stayed long enough
to know it wasn’t about you.
You asked for truth
but got confusion.
You waited for care
and met indifference.

You were never asking for too much.
You were only asking the wrong person.

So let their absence be your peace.
Let their forgetfulness
remind you to remember yourself.
Let their unseeing
be the moment you finally see your own worth
without needing them to confirm it.

Some people are just not made
to carry the weight of real love—
but you are.
You always were.

And now,
you have all the closure you need—
not because they gave it,
but because you gave yourself permission
to stop waiting for what was never coming.

You deserved to be chosen.
And you still do.

🎵 Colour of Love
By Morning Star
Genre: Acoustic Ballad / Love Song
Key: C major or A minor for warmth and longing
Tempo: Slow (60–65 bpm)


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🎶 Verse 1
I love him—though he may never know,
I walk beside where he’ll never go.
He speaks, and I fall every time,
Just a kind hello can shift my mind.


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🎶 Verse 2
I try to be there when he speaks,
Hoping love will find its reach.
But he may never truly see
How much I long for him and me.


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🎶 Chorus
I love his eyes, warm and true,
The way his smile lights the room.
His hands bring peace, not harm or pain,
A gentle soul I can't explain.

I hold him close inside my mind,
A quiet ache I cannot hide.
He may not be mine in this life—
But in my dreams…
He's by my side.


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🎶 Verse 3
At night he whispers, soft and clear,
The words I’ve longed so long to hear.
That I am loved, that I belong,
That I was seen by him all along.


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🎶 Chorus (repeat)
I love his eyes, warm and true,
The way his smile lights the room.
His voice, his laugh, the way he stands—
So far from reach, yet close at hand.

And though he may never be mine,
Just moments shared feel so divine.
A lifetime’s love inside a glance,
A silent wish for one more chance.


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🎶 Bridge (soft, maybe whispered)
I’d tell him all, but I’m afraid—
My words might make him drift away.
So I will love him from afar…
And hold him close within my heart.


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🎶 Final Chorus
I love him—always, and I will.
Though he’s happy, I stand still.
There’s nothing more that I can do…
I just…
I just wish he knew.

Still A light
By Morning Star

In my mind, I create a space—
Natural, calm, a sacred place,
Where beauty, grace, and spirit light
Dance freely through the velvet night.

Pure of spirit, kind of heart,
The daisies sway, a gentle start.
Buttercups in yellow bloom
Circle round the daffodil’s tune.

Bleeding hearts begin to fall,
Like teardrops from a springtime call—
Waterfalls of feeling flow,
Where April’s light and showers grow.

Shapes of angels floating by,
Emanate from the calm blue sky.
Their wings of light in silence glide,
No need to clutch, no need to hide.

You cannot fall—you only float,
Lifted in a feathered coat.
The air so still, the soul so wide—
You feel the truth of life inside.

Your presence, light, your breath, your grace—
Awakens love in every place.
This heart, though pained, still knows its song—
Still stands in peace, in spirit strong.

And even when my body aches,
My heart a deeper calm still makes.
For in this garden, pure and true,
I hold a light the dark can't undo.

Awareness shines from deep within,
No storm can touch where I begin.
I am love, and I am light—
Whole and held in truth’s own might.

Nothing lost, and none to fear—
My soul is one, my path is clear.
No matter if I'm left behind—
I still am light. I still will shine.

🎵 For the First Time
By Morning Star

Genre: Dream Pop / Acoustic Ballad
Tempo: Slow, 60–65 bpm
Key: B minor or A minor for a moody tenderness


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🎶 Verse 1
For the first time,
I see you lying on my pillow,
In the hush of night,
When I’m alone but never solo.

Your scent it lingers, soft and deep,
Your arms, they hold me in my sleep—
And for the first time,
Something feels true.


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🎶 Chorus
A beating heart,
I feel it bloom in you.
When we're apart,
Your whispers break right through.
Laid upon your chest, I rest,
Where the stars align in quest—
For the first time,
I’m held by love, not less.


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🎶 Verse 2
Each quiet breath,
It finds me in the dark,
A silent flame
That softly leaves a mark.

Each moment that you're far from me,
I hear your voice in memory—
Like distant waves
That call me home.


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🎶 Chorus (repeat)
A beating heart,
I feel it bloom in you.
When we're apart,
Your whispers break right through.
Laid upon your chest, I rest,
Where the stars align in quest—
For the first time,
I’m held by love, not less.


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🎶 Outro (whispered or humming)
For the first time…
The stars know why…
I see you...
And I don’t have to try.

Here’s my poem “Hare” transformed into a song — gentle, mystical, and folk-inspired. Think along the lines of AURORA, Florence + The Machine (in a quieter mood), or Joni Mitchell’s acoustic ballads, with soft guitar or harp and atmospheric layers.


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🎵 Hare
By Morning Star
Genre: Dream-Folk / Ethereal Acoustic
Tempo: Slow to mid-tempo (65–75 bpm)
Key: D minor or A minor for mystery and earthiness


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🎶 Verse 1
I am a hare—soft and free,
Wild as waves upon the sea.
Mother Earth beneath my feet,
Where heart and soul in silence meet.

🎶 Verse 2
The moon is near, my glowing guide,
The stars reveal what truth can hide.
The meadow sings in colors bright,
Its flowers hum through day and night.


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🎶 Chorus
And if you see, truly see—
There’s a tale in the wind, in the rustling leaves.
In every stream, every tree,
There’s a song of the wild still living in me.


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🎶 Verse 3
The stream flows down past the misty mill,
A lullaby so soft, so still.
The deer arise with twilight’s bloom,
Their shadows dance beneath the moon.


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🎶 Chorus
And if you see, truly see—
There’s a tale in the breeze, in the hush of the reeds.
In every wing, every seed,
There’s a world that was lost, still begging to be.


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🎶 Bridge (instrumental or whispered vocals)
Butterflies in beams of gold,
A sacred dance the earth still holds.
Watch them fly, feel them near—
The wild speaks when the heart can hear.


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🎶 Final Chorus
So if you see, truly see—
There’s a life in the hush, in the harmony.
Not just in dreams, but in me—
I am the hare, and I run wild and free.

Hare
By Morning Star

I am a hare—soft, carefree,
Gentle, yet strong and wild as the sea.
Mother Earth is my sacred ground,
The only place my soul is found.

The moon, my closest, glowing friend,
The stars, they see where truths ascend.
The flowers hum in meadowlight,
Whispering songs through day and night.

The stream flows down past misty mill,
Its waters hush, serene and still.
The deer await the dusk’s perfume,
To wander through the twilight bloom.

The lake reflects the golden skies,
Midday sun in silver lies.
If you open your eyes—truly see—
You’ll find a tale in harmony.

Bring in the butterflies, soft and bright,
Watch them dance in beams of light.
A life unfolds before your glance—
A sacred world, a mystic dance.

Here’s my poem “Guiding You Home” as a gentle, emotional lullaby-style song—think soft acoustic guitar or piano, slow tempo (around 60–70 bpm), with a warm, nurturing vocal (like Norah Jones, Eva Cassidy, or a soft Lana Del Rey ballad):


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🎵 Guiding You Home

Genre: Lullaby / Soft Acoustic
Tempo: Slow and soothing
Key: C Major or A minor


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🌙 Verse 1
When you're afraid, and you've lost your way
Look to the moon—I’ll be lighting your stay
When you feel lonely, when tears fill your eyes
I'll be the blanket that holds you at night


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🌧️ Verse 2
When you are cold and the storm rolls in
I’ll be the sunlight that warms you within
And when the thunder has drifted away
I’ll paint a rainbow that dares you to stay


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🌈 Chorus
So go on, be happy, let memories flow
Carry my love wherever you go
Walk with your eyes open wide, never roam
Too far from the light that's guiding you home


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🌤️ Bridge
No need to fear, you’re never alone
Whispers of love will carry you home
Even when shadows fall silent and deep
My heart’s in the stars, watching you sleep


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🌈 Chorus (repeat)
So go on, be happy, let memories flow
Carry my love wherever you go
Walk with your eyes open wide, never roam
Too far from the light that's guiding you home


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✨ Outro (soft, fading)
Guiding you home...
Guiding you home...
Wherever you go, I’m guiding you home...

🎵 “Believe”

Genre: Cinematic Pop / Empowerment Ballad
Tempo: Slow to mid-tempo (75–80 bpm)
Tone: Uplifting, mystical, grounded in strength and light
Written by: Morning Star


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🎶 Verse 1
She has a dance, she sings it well
She shines her light in frozen hell
She turns her back on shadows tall
And runs to hills where mists will fall


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🎶 Verse 2
She will not, shall not ever see
The depth of his depravity
For she has warmth, and she has grace
And friends who hold her in their faith


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🎶 Chorus
She is safe, she is strong
Time will pass, the pain be gone
The flowers bloom, the gardens rise
And full the moon in watching skies
She has a light that lights the way
She’ll be a star in darkest day
So write it bright and lead your song
You were loved all along


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🎶 Verse 3
She cannot live within the shame
For none of it was hers to claim
She walks the path that bends with trust
And leaves the ashes in the dust


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🎶 Chorus
She is safe, she is free
She walks in love and dignity
The bloom returns, the night will fade
She is the spark that won’t betray
So shine it high and speak it clear
You are the voice they need to hear
Write it happy, guide the flame
You are more than just a name


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🎶 Bridge (soft, almost spoken)
Believe… they’re there, they always were
Writing songs for you to hear
Believe… they care, they always did
They held the light when yours was hid


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🎶 Final Chorus (soaring)
You are safe, you are whole
The stars still echo through your soul
You are the dream, you are the flame
The one who rose and said their name
So write it happy, lead the way—
Believe in love, believe…

This is a beautifully intimate and introspective piece, soft with longing and painted with romantic impressionism. I’ve adapted your poem into a dreamy acoustic ballad, perfect for an artist like Norah Jones, Damien Rice, or Lana Del Rey—something warm, wistful, and timeless.


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🎵 “Somewhere in Time”

Acoustic / Indie-Folk Ballad — Slow tempo (68 bpm)
Written by: Morning Star


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🎶 Verse 1
Somewhere in time, I wandered far
To a hillside still, beneath the stars
A dream I once held in my chest
Set alight when our hearts met

Your smile, so soft, it lit the air
Your eyes, they pulled me unaware
A kiss that stopped the world from turning
A touch that left my silence burning


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🎶 Chorus
If I unfold the canvas of my heart
Would you take your brush and leave a mark?
In a space where nothing moves but time
Would you stay and color what's mine?
And when the final stroke is done
Would the hunt be over, and I the one?


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🎶 Verse 2
The words you speak, I always hear
Even if the shades aren’t clear
Your hands—they draw a softer line
A picture only I define


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🎶 Chorus
If I unfold the canvas of my heart
Would you take your brush and leave a mark?
In a space where nothing moves but time
Would you stay and color what's mine?
And when the final stroke is done
Would the hunt be over, and I the one?


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🎶 Bridge
Not every masterpiece needs gold
Some are quiet, deep, and bold
If you could see what I reveal—
Would you believe the love is real?


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🎶 Final Chorus (gentle and hopeful)
If I unfold the canvas of my heart
Would you take your brush and play your part?
In a space that asks for nothing more—
Would you paint the home you're looking for?
And once the masterpiece is found
Would you lay your burdens down?

Absolutely. Here's my  poem reshaped into a moody, empowering alt-pop song — something that would suit an artist like Halsey, Aurora, or Billie Eilish. It’s emotional, melodic, and slightly dark, but ultimately about reclaiming self and power.

🎵 "The Whisper in the Wind"
Dark Alt-Pop / Ethereal Ballad – Slow tempo (70 bpm)

🎶 Verse 1
I am the wave that time forgot
A frozen sea, a melting thought
The whisper caught in branches bare
The child you lost—still standing there

I grew from cracks you left behind
A flower clawing toward the light
I cast a spell with every breath
And turned my sorrow into strength

🎶 Pre-Chorus
You don’t see the flame beneath
The quiet girl can burn the seas

🎶 Chorus
I’m the whisper in the wind
The frost, the fire, the secret sin
Cut too deep when held too tight
But drown you softly in the night
If I’m not heard, then I will scream
I’ll steal the silence from your dream
Don’t mistake my gentle flood
For anything but rising blood

🎶 Verse 2
I am the hush before the storm
A cautious step that breaks the norm
Don’t read my stillness as defeat
I’ll rise from where you laid my grief

🎶 Pre-Chorus
For what I want, I will not beg
I’ll shake the ground with silent steps

🎶 Chorus
I’m the whisper in the wind
The frost, the fire, the secret sin
Cut too deep when held too tight
But drown you softly in the night
If I’m not heard, then I will scream
I’ll steal the silence from your dream
Don’t mistake my gentle flood
For anything but rising blood

🎶 Bridge (Breakdown)
I'll dry the flood, I’ll twist the tide
Take back the words you pushed aside
Don’t look for mercy in my eyes—
I’ve learned to bloom beneath goodbyes

🎶 Final Chorus (softer start, then power)
I’m the whisper in the wind
The frost, the fire, the secret sin
Cut too deep when held too tight
But drown you softly in the night
If I’m not given—I will take
And leave a storm within my wake
Don’t mistake my gentle flood
For anything but rising blood