Stuck in Time

by Morning Star

As I watch my little angel play,
laughing in the light of day,
I know I should be soaking it in—
his joy, his wonder,
his every grin.

I should be living,
but I’m just watching.
Always scanning the world
for what might go wrong.
Protecting him
is my only song.

But somewhere in the stillness,
I realise—
I’m not really living,
just holding my breath,
afraid of what’s coming next
to steal it all away again.

Dear Lord, just once—
let me rest.
Let me forget the weight in my chest.
Let me feel the night
without fear in my spine.
Just for one moment,
just one time.

She let me down—
that’s a wound I carry.
But does that mean
I should live in the shadow she left me?

She was only human—
and so am I.
But I have a chance now,
a reason to try.

I can be what I needed,
for him, for me.
I can break the chain
and set us both free.

My children don’t have to grow up like me,
afraid to feel,
afraid to be seen.
Afraid of joy,
afraid to shine,
forever stuck
in someone else’s time.

When summer breezes came.
The sun's warmth a golden crisp of time
Melts the cold ice inside of you
No more broken winters bite
No more tears by candle light
No more burns of frost at night
No more chills the winds of fright
Only warmth if summers glow and song of birds
And trickle of the stream now flow
Gentle waters warm a fragile heart
Till strong a smile and eyes they see no dark
Yellow is now all that melts your day and ice cold blue it melts away.
Be happ free dont let the walls now climb
Only honey suckle light to gaze upon.
Open up a flower of new light
The spring still has a whisper in the night
Take a gentle brush its colours bright
On a new canvas now you write...

Before Summers Take

Before summer’s touch,
The sun’s warm golden crispness melts
The cold ice held inside of you.

No more do broken winters bite,
No more tears by candlelight,
No more frost’s cruel burn at night,
No more chills from winds of fright.

Only warmth of summer’s glow,
And birds that sing soft songs below,
The gentle trickle of a stream
Flows warm and clear—awak’ning dreams.

Gentle waters soothe a fragile heart,
Till smiles grow strong and shadows part.
Yellow light now melts your day—
Ice-cold blue drifts far away.

Be happy, free—let walls not climb,
But honey-suckle light sublime.
Open wide a flower of new light,
Spring whispers softly in the night.

Take gentle brush with colours bright—
On this new canvas, now you write.

Taken lost broken wings
No idea of sweetest things
Angry night in storms she fell
Straight into a frozen hell
Sreaming through thee mist the rain
Noone knows her fate
Spell untill the dream awakes
Still the lady of the lake
Open up another night
Only love can hold her fright
Still she sits on silent grass
Noone see her fading light
Echoed silence falls the night
Fall into a crimson light

Tears in the rain  a new day
Hearts heavy with pain
No words to say
Lives broken torn ripped away
Yet in the sorrow I hear them say
How why where next
All are united in earth's quest
Our tiny planet surrounded by stars
A beautiful home
Being pulled apart
I don't know how this journey ends
But the earth still turns
And warmth the sun sends
Why when tiny flowers grow
And mountains last eternity
Can not they see the world around
Why can't they hear life's natural sound
Mother earth is still
Around
Bringing rain to wash away
People of earth join forever
Help her keep our earth together
Look around you hear her call
love each other don't let us fall
Stand up with love for those in trouble
Hold their hands show them love
Until this world can fear no
more
Tears in the rain hear our call

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.

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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[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.

The Hare's Song
I am the hare—soft of foot,
Carefree, gentle, yet strong of root.
Born of the meadow, wild and wide,
Where Earth is home, and I abide.

The moon is my sister, silver-eyed,
She guards my dreams when shadows bide.
The stars above—my watchers true,
They know my name. They whisper too.

The flowers in the field, they sing—
Old songs of love, of death, of spring.
Their petals speak to hearts that hear,
Of all that's lost, and all that's near.

The stream, she hums a lullaby
That winds her way through moss and sky,
Down to the mill wrapped soft in mist,
Where time forgets the things it kissed.

The deer, they wait till dusk is nigh,
Then move like ghosts beneath the sky.
They bow to dusk, they pass unseen,
Through twilight veils of ash and green.

The lake, it glows with sun’s last breath—
A mirror still, untouched by death.
And should you dare to gently gaze,
You’ll see the world behind the haze.

Call forth the butterflies, sweet and shy,
They dance like spells across the sky.
And in their wings, you’ll find a trance—
A fleeting truth, a sacred glance.

So listen well and walk with care—
The world is old, and I am there.
A hare, a soul, a song, a flame—
And if you listen, you’ll know my name.

The Light
(for MoonWolf, Mar 2023)

The day you came, you held the space—
you wanted to know my pain.
You gave your time, your listening will,
and nothing was in vain.

A hold so strong, yet gentle too,
a heart I understood.
Your words were kind, your arms were warm,
they made me feel so good.

You carried others’ sorrow well,
and knew how to set it free.
A gift, I think, the universe
was sending down to me.

A freedom, a safe and sacred place,
a journey just begun,
to find the child I’d lost inside
and heal what fear had done.

I love you like an angel, one
who came with only care—
a love that asks for nothing back,
yet teaches how to share.

You took my hands, you gave me hope
that I could still belong,
you kept me safe, you helped me see
that I was always strong.

The fear that chained me slowly eased,
the knots began to part,
you showed me light I’d almost lost,
and peace within my heart.

If I had never met your soul,
my light I’d never see;
you gave me love that set me free—
a star that shines in me.

I fear the day that I might lose,
that I’ll be left alone…
but still I hope you’ll hold me close
so light can carry on.

Stay with me, and I will be strong,
I’ll weather any storm.
An anchor set in eternity,
you kept my spirit warm.

You gave a light, a gift of grace,
and if it’s meant to be—
I pray you felt a shining spark
reflecting back from me.

🎸 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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I ache as if I’ve lost a star—
something rare, burning bright,
a light I thought would guide me home.

But when I search the sky,
I find the glow is not gone—
it lingers in my chest,
a quiet fire that was mine all along.

Perhaps I miss the way you shone,
but maybe what I mourn
is the mirror you held,
where I first saw
how radiant I could be.

The North Storm
By Moon Wolf

From the north in frozen night,
silently they came—
with golden trails, with burning fire,
and weapons none could tame.

At dawn they sought to chain the free,
to steal, to strike, to claim.
Yet one small flame they had not seen:
the gallant swords of Stepney’s name.

While enemies in slumber lay,
she moved as shadow moves—
cutting hearts in silence deep,
unseen by all she slew.

She stole their strength, their sight, their breath,
and bound their will in fear.
Then left them broken, blind, and bent—
a crimson ruin near.

And as the storm fell still at last,
she vanished from the fight,
a whisper lost, a ghost of steel,
dissolving into night.

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 River Corve  theatre


🎶 Verse 1
It’s all happening down by the stream
The River Corve theatre—like a waking dream
Two and a half hours of unscripted delight
As the cast of the wild takes off in flight


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🎶 Verse 2
The ravens and magpies in aerial chase
Dart through the trees like a high-speed race
Stick-hoiking madness, nest-building flair
Like overexcited Bobby dogs leaping in air


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🎶 Chorus
Oh it’s the birthing of a brand new day
Where feathers dance and squirrels play
Where robins peck around my feet
And wrens like ping-pong ***** compete
This is my morning matinee
At the stream—where wild things say:
“Welcome, dreamer—come and stay.”


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🎶 Verse 3
Squirrels swing like circus stars
On branches high like monkey bars
Wood pigeons feast like glutton kings
And soon… the poomageddon begins


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🎶 Verse 4
A seagull sings a coastal breeze
While **** just hang out in the trees
A kestrel shot through yesterday—
Like a jet bound for Wales, no delay


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🎶 Bridge (Spoken softly over melody)
Just waiting for the sun to rise
To light my chandeliers in the skies
A show that sparkles every spring—
Few photos left… just everything


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🎶 Final Chorus (gentler, more melodic)
It’s the birthing of a brand new day
Where laughter blooms and branches sway
Where ivy feeds the feathered band
And magic threads run through the land
I sit and smile—just let them play
In my beloved River Corve ballet


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🎶 Outro (Spoken)
A little brown ping-pong ball bounces by...
and the robins remind me—
This… is a good space to be.

By Morning Star

The Sea’s Embrace

By moonlit waves and whispered wind,
I claim my heart, my soul unpinned.
Through salt and spray, through tide’s embrace,
I swim, I glide, I find my space.

Seals watch quietly, rocks keep the lore,
Of a soul untamed forevermore.
No chain, no shadow, no bitter grief,
Can touch my spirit, my quiet belief.

I am alive. I am free.
Mermaid beneath the endless sea.
I take the water, the wind, the sky,
And let my fierce, wild heart fly.

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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O GLAD SHE LEFT THE SEWING BOX
I see it over there
I see it in the sitting room while I'm sat on the stair
A place I often found myself
Sitting in the window shelf
Early hours hearing you screaming crashing tone
Angry sounds and banging doors
Little one I hide
Hope a little deer doesn't lose her little smile
Hoping that the hare is out and gently bounces here
Hoping that the moon still shone and owls still listen hear
Staring up into the moon
Wish you to return
WHAT If SHEs gone
A promise often said
Made a child tremble fear
On being left for others fun
When she is gone the shadows come
WHAT WAS THAT
SHE LEFT THE SEWING BOX BEHIND FOR THE GIRLS
AS THEY MAY NEED IT
WHAT
To slowly stitch up slices  flesh or simply tie a knot
So to LETS STITCH UP our empty hearts
Say no more its done
RIPPED  THROUGH anf torn another night we are through
apart from
HEART THAT SHE MADE
Then broke
WHEN A NEW LIFE she has sort
SHE WANTED another MORE THAN HER CHILDREN and we are older don't need a mother
LETS STITCH UP THE EMPTY of MY HEART THAT CAN NEVER HEAL
THERE WILL ALWAYS BE AN EMPTY SPACE
THAT CAN NOT BE FILLED nor be replaced by any other
CAN NOT BE BRIDGE OR cover
AND WILL NEVER HEAL
SHE IS GONE,
MY LOVELY MOTHER
WHO I COULDN'T BEAR TO BE PARTED FROM
SHE IS GONE
WHY NOT LEAVE MY MOTHER BEHIND
AS WE MAY NEED HER
No I chose you made me choose you asked me and I said
yes go I'm fine
But I meant don't go
I'm dying here.
don't leave please god please don't leave the sewing box lying in the hall
I'll have to take the scissors out and leave a scar for sure
Stitches do not heal scars you are afraid to show
Stitches only make you see all soon I'll have to go
Now leave or im to go
But I may leave no box
Nor in a box shall leave
Alone

The Shadows Are Now Mine
—A Voice from the Flame

Once more it comes, that creeping shade,
That plays the fair, and feigns the made.
It smiles with grace, yet hides a snare—
But think me blind? I’m well aware.

I speak with kindness, soft and true,
I offer peace—what do you do?
You seek control, your cold design—
But I have claimed the dark as mine.

Think not thy grasp shall hold me fast,
For I am not the trembling past.
The dragon wakes when lies draw near,
And scorches all that feeds on fear.

To those who love me—come, be near.
Your light shall guide, your touch shall clear.
But they who seek to bind, betray—
Shall find no soul, I’ve slipped away.

If you would drag me down once more,
To caves of ice and shadowed floor—
Know this: I lived that cold domain,
And rose again from ash and pain.

So come as friend—I’ll give thee all.
But dare to chain—I shall not fall.
For now I hold the blade of life,
And I will cut through cage and strife.

"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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The Shape of Lonely (Song Version)
by Moonwolf


Key: A minor
Tempo: Slow and sultry (55–65 bpm)
Mood: Intimate



[Verse 1]
Am
I sit with silence like skin on skin,
F
In the spaces where your voice has been.
C
Some nights I still feel full of you—
G
The echoes, the heat, the quiet truth.

Am
The walls remember, the air still sighs,
F
Even the mirror holds your eyes.
C
But I rise slow, dressed in grace,
G
And carry you through light and lace.


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[Chorus]
F             C
Lonely isn’t empty, love—
G                  Am
It’s the curve of where you were.
F               C
It’s the taste that lingers softly,
G              Am
In every breath, in every stir.

F                  C
It’s the space between the heartbeats,
G              Am
Where memory pulls tight.
F               C
And maybe in this hush of now,
G                 Am
You still touch me in the night.


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[Verse 2]
Am
Your ghost moves through my linen sheets,
F
In half-closed eyes and tangled heat.
C
But I don’t chase, I let you stay,
G
In the scent, in the shadows, in the way.

Am
Some love leaves marks without a bruise,
F
A longing I don’t want to lose.
C
So I wear it soft against my skin,
G
This ache that lets the light come in.


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[Chorus]
F             C
Lonely isn’t absence, no—
G                Am
It’s where the wanting lives.
F                C
It’s the hush between the kisses
G               Am
That memory still gives.

F                  C
It’s the room you never entered,
G              Am
But I still turn to find your face.
F             C
And maybe what we couldn’t say
G                Am
Still lingers in this space.


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[Bridge – breathy, vulnerable]
F                C
I was never truly alone…
G                    Am
Just reaching for someone to feel—
F                  C
Not fix me, not promise,
G                  Am
Just show me what’s real.


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[Final Chorus – sensual, slow crescendo]
F             C
Lonely isn’t broken, love,
G               Am
It’s the shape I hold you in.
F               C
It’s the warmth that never faded,
G                   Am
The hush beneath my skin.

F                 C
So come and sit inside this silence,
G              Am
If you know what it means to stay—
F             C
To touch without possession,
G                Am
To feel without needing to say...


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[Outro – soft whisper over fading chords]
F           C
In this hush of now...
G           Am
Understand I'll stay

The Tower

I thought you had rescued me
from my tower —
the one I’d waited in, silently,
believing someone like you
would climb the walls
and carry me home.

So I dared the edge,
jumped heart-first into fire,
believing your hands would catch
what your eyes promised.

I risked everything,
tore down walls built in blood and silence,
and still, I came to you —
bare, honest, burning.

You blinked,
called it friendship,
as if my love could be shelved
like a book you weren’t brave enough to read.

Then jealousy clawed at your pride
when you saw me choose a flame
that didn’t flicker
at the first sign of truth.

And so —
you ghosted.
Not a word. Not a goodbye.
Just silence,
where once there was heat.

But hear this,
if only in the echoes:

I was the storm you prayed for
and the calm you couldn’t handle.
You didn’t lose me to another man —
you lost me
to your own fear.

And I?
I rise again.

Now I look from my tower —
not the one that locked me from you,
but the one that built my strength
to contain me,
and keep me high
above your shadows,
your thorns,
your claws.

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.

The Whispers in the Wind
Jan 13

I am the wave of time held still,
A whisper riding on the chill.
The child once lost, the one you missed—
Now grown enough to break the twist.

I broke from grief’s relentless hold,
Cast love like spells, fierce and bold.
I am the hush before the thaw,
The burn of summer’s golden draw.

I’ll cut you deep if caged too tight,
Yet drown you soft in dream and night.
If voice is stolen, kept from light,
I'll claim it back beneath the moon’s bite.

Cautious, yes—but never weak,
Misread me, and the flood will speak.
For what I want, I’ll rise, I’ll run—
I’ll drain the silence till it’s done.

So they thought they were the rightful ones
Painting it all
Red
Sending out their dragons to claw away the flesh

Why did I allow you time
I knew you were not true
Still in let you in
Even from the start
I knew how it would end
Stop my beating heart
Why did I even let you alone upon my hill to gently care to love me and the severe me straight through
You stole my heart completely
Broke my very soul
And left me all alone inside
After I gave my heart to you 💔

So afraid to be alone to scared to leap the new unknown
Scared to stand to stand alone
Its always here when I'm alone
I'm so afraid I cannot tell
I'm living in this secret hell
I try to turn to fight the fear
But I'm afraid they're always near
I need a hand but Im alone
so cold in here so far from home
I wish for you to pull me out
make it go just get them out
Then I can walk in sun and rain
Never hide from shadows again
I cannot do it on my own
I tried so hard but I'm losing time
I'm so afraid I cannot swim
Its just no use he won't give in
He just wont leave he will not go
I'm not  allowed  to be free let go
I tried so hard this time I know
But it just gets stronger its twists
It claws at every inch of me
Until i stop reaching for me
I wish you could just set me free
Just take away the pain
Just take away the pain
Just cover me with sin or rain
So they no longer see me
So i can run away get away hide away
So they cant hurt me again

🎵 “Together, Alone”

Genre: Indie Acoustic / Lo-fi Reflection
Tempo: Slow (60–65 bpm)
Tone: Gentle, introspective, warm melancholy
Written by: Morning Star


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🎶 Verse 1
Alone again, but that’s okay
Seems we all feel this way
Didn’t you know? Didn’t you see?
You’re not alone in feeling lonely


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🎶 Chorus
So if we’re all alone
At least we’re not unknown
If you feel the ache
You’re not the only one awake
We’re all together
Being alone


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🎶 Verse 2
The silence echoes back to me
But I hear it in your poetry
We sit in rooms a world apart
But still we share a beating heart


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🎶 Chorus (repeat softly)
So if we’re all alone
At least we’re not unknown
If you feel the ache
You’re not the only one awake
We’re all together
Being alone


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🎶 Outro (spoken with ambient guitar or soft piano)
Alone…
But good to know—
We’re all the same.
So maybe…
We’re not alone at all.

I see you,
river that will not stop running,
grief curled into the corners of my eyes.

You come because I loved,
because my heart was brave enough
to believe in forever.
And now forever is silence,
and silence is heavier than stone.

I ache for his return,
but I know—
if he cannot hold the weight of my love,
he cannot hold me.

So cry, little heart,
spill oceans if you must.
Every tear waters the seed of tomorrow.
Every sob is proof
that I lived,
that I dared to love,
that my spirit has not gone numb.

One day,
these rivers will run clear.
One day,
I will rise from their bed,
shining,
carrying not the loss,
but the fire that loss could never steal.

Until then—
I will let myself weep,
and know that even in sorrow,
I am still becoming.

“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.

Why does my heart hurt
Why do i long for the love
The pain just burns inside
I want so much to be held to be loved
To feel deep passion to be loved
To be wanted
Im so alone so lost
I have to stop my heart before i fall once more
Before its too late to save myself again
My wings are not strong i cannot fly to my loves arms
I can only weep inside and long for something ill never have because im just too lost my wings too hurt to try

Too Rare to Hide

Three months passed,
and I dared to ask
if the ghost of us still lingered in him.

“I do,” he said.
A dagger wrapped in silk.
A truth spoken,
then locked behind someone else’s door.

He misses me.
Yes, he feels it.
But he chooses the safe walls
of another life
over the fire we had.

I see it now:
my love was never a secret to him,
only a shadow he could glance at
without stepping into its light.

But I am no shadow.
I am not a whispered thought
to be hidden
in someone’s quiet, comfortable life.

He may remember the ache of us,
the weight of what he let go.
But I—
I will not be the heart that waits
behind locked doors.

I am too rare
to be someone’s secret.
And one day,
he will see the loss
that comes from mistaking comfort
for love.

I fly to close each time i try
So warm its glow i dont know why
No hand to hold or guide me in
Yet drawn to heat im going in
Try to sleep but there is no rest
Just open doors and chaos quest
In to shadows sometimes see
Like darkness comes and takes over me
Then the light so bright it burns
Just want to fly want to return
Get out break free complete the best
Just leave be free sleep at last
Into woods i venture free
Lose my mind find my soul
Im free

“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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I am forever trapped inside the hollow dwell
Underneath the stair and under villa dwell
I am forever trapped within your secret void
Never to discover never to be free
Scratched in the rancin ink from your dark souls they smother me
The words i dread  pour through me though faded through the years occasionally consume me
fill my heart with tears
Your evil words tear through me somewhere deep within
I forgot to lock the gate again and allowed you to wonder in
My bones still ache at night
The twisted knots
Still tight
I toss and turn you wake me
Shadows claw me through the night

When I was small,
you stood so tall—
my proud, kind dad,
with silver buttons bright,
and the Queen’s crown shining in the light.

Shiny black shoes,
a flat hat to match—
you were the man on the street,
but to me,
you were the whole world.

We’d play with your radio while you rested,
a man called Bob would crackle through,
asking what we were cooking up—
we’d giggle,
and wait for you.

At night, we’d race to the window
to catch the flash of your blue lights.
As you came ‘round the corner,
I’d beam with pride—
That’s my dad!
My hero in a uniform,
with arms strong enough to carry
both the weight of the world
and his little girl.

On birthdays, you’d tell tales—
Rindercella and her sisters—
and laughter would roll
from the bellies of children
who knew you were safe,
not scary.

I remember summer walks,
your hand wrapped around mine.
We’d climb hills
that felt like mountains
to my little legs,
but you cheered me on
until the sky opened wide
and wild horses met our eyes.

You lifted me to ride one once,
and I cried, “I’m scared I’ll fall!”
You smiled:
“Then come off. Don’t be afraid—I’ll catch you.”
And I knew you would.

Sunsets in Borth by the sea—
your size-11 feet beside me,
your big hand holding mine.
Just me and my dad.
There weren’t many kids as lucky as me.
You were the only man
I ever truly trusted.

Now, years later,
I see pieces of you in Michael, Steven, and little Jack—
their smiles, their eyes,
their hearts still wide open.
And Amy, so like me,
reaching out for hugs
that remind me of your arms.

Dad, I carry our memories close—
the laughter, the games, the love.
Though miles may lie between us,
I feel you near,
and I smile
knowing our bond
is unshakable.

The Vision of a Mother

When I needed a hand,
a place to go,
she was always there
with a soft hello.

Welcoming me warmly,
like Mother Mary’s calm,
a gentle wave of comfort,
a healing balm.

Sent from heaven’s light,
a star in the night,
a shining presence
so tender and bright.

I couldn’t believe it—
why would she care?
I was just a child,
too scared to dare.

Afraid to love,
afraid to be known,
but she stood beside me,
so I wasn’t alone.

A glimmer of hope
slowly grew inside,
replacing the shame
I had tried to hide.

Thank you, dear Mary,
for helping me see,
the love in my heart
is boundless and free.


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I try so hard to understand the pictures in my mind
I try so very hard to see what I once left behind
I walk the line in narrow streets
Heavy walls close in on me
I try so hard to do things right
To live a day to sleep a night
My bodies tired my mind is fast
Full of scared an angry past
Full of pain and dread and fear
Wanting to get out of here
I don't know how to make it stop
The feelings of fear the churning knots
the deepest cut inside my soul the angry words
the masks at windows starring in
The sound of footprints closing in
The fear of being dragged within
The fear this time of giving in
Of standing there letting it in
No longer able to fight the din
Clawing at the bridge of rope another door another room
Another evil to consume
Another evil to endure
Same sounds of shadows pass
Same feel of cold and draft
Then the smell like tar pitch black like cariasote you paint a fence
Then darkness and silence your only friend
You wake your body bones an skin crawling flesh that burns within
You shake like snow has fallen hard
So cold so tired and leg bones pull and twist so sharp
My jaw it aches my ears too ringing silence rips you through
Storms over but no escape
Nightmares gone but you never wake
Instead beneath the ice you swim
Always silent closed within
afraid to speak to let it in
Just swim and swim don't scream  don't ever ever let it in

> I walk the line through narrow streets—
Heavy walls close in on me.
I try so hard to do things right,
To live a day. To sleep a night.

My body’s tired. My mind is fast—
A storm of fear and angry past.
Full of pain and dread and sin,
Wanting just to leave this skin


I'm still inside the walls I built—
they shake with blame, they drip with guilt.
Each brick, a name I learned by heart,
each shadow knows the broken part.

I try to breathe but air won't stay,
it slips like ghosts and runs away.
The floorboards creak with things unsaid,
the night crawls in and fills my bed.

The mirrors lie or stare too long,
they hum the tune of someone’s wrong.
And I can’t scream—it’s much too late,
the silence knows, it guards the gate.

I press my palms against the frame,
but all I feel is glass and flame.
It burns but doesn't leave a mark,
it hides like wolves that haunt the dark.

So if I sleep, don’t pull me back,
don’t light the match, don’t break the black.
Just let me float in this old skin—
still inside, but not giving in.

Waves

(Verse 1)
Like waves crashing in the sea,
I’m done letting this be.
No more hurting those I love,
I swear by stars above.

(Pre-Chorus)
You broke their trust, you broke their hearts,
But this is where the healing starts.
I see the pain behind your eyes,
But I’m the shield, I’m the rise.

(Chorus)
I’m standing tall, I’m standing strong,
Fighting hard where you went wrong.
For my angels, I’ll ignite,
A storm of love, a blazing fight.

(Verse 2)
You drink your life, day by day,
But I’m here to light the way.
No more fear, no more shame,
I’m taking back their name.

(Pre-Chorus)
Scared and mad, hurt inside,
But I won’t let this pain divide.
I’m the voice they need to hear,
I’m the courage, I’m the clear.

(Chorus)
I’m standing tall, I’m standing strong,
Fighting hard where you went wrong.
For my angels, I’ll ignite,
A storm of love, a blazing fight.

(Bridge)
Waves may crash, but I won’t fall,
I’ll fight, I’ll rise, I’ll give my all.
For every tear, for every scar,
I’m their warrior, their shining star.

(Final Chorus)
I’m standing tall, I’m standing strong,
Fighting hard where you went wrong.
For my angels, I’ll ignite,
A storm of love, a blazing fight.

The Waves

Like waves crashing in the sea,
I’ll no longer let this be.
I won’t let you hurt them more—
I made that promise, I swore.

You’ve done enough to break their trust,
Now they look at you with disgust.
You’ve drank through every single day,
I see how they see you when you sway.

Tell me how you live each day,
Drinking your life and soul away.
Always scared, hurt, sad, and mad—
How can you call yourself a dad?

My angels deserve so much more,
Than this sad life they can’t ignore.
Now I’m strong enough to fight—
To stand, protect, and make it right.

🌹 “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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What Is Inside

I am a little fig tree,
small and unimportant,
planted in a quiet corner
where no one stops to see.

But with a touch of tender care,
a gentle hand and watchful eye,
I will grow beyond my size,
reach upward toward the sky.

At first, I’m just a fragile sprout,
easily overlooked,
but hidden deep within my roots,
a quiet strength is cooked.

Seasons pass and sun will warm,
and rain will softly fall—
each drop a whispered promise
that I can bear it all.

In time, the fruit I bear
will be sweeter than the rest,
a treasure borne of patience,
the work of love expressed.

If you look beyond the surface,
beyond what you first see,
you’ll find there’s more inside
this little fig tree.

More than size or stature,
more than bark or leaves,
there’s a world of hope and meaning,
far greater than it seems.

So don’t dismiss the quiet ones,
the small who seem unsure—
with care, they bloom and flourish,
their gifts both true and pure.

I am a little fig tree,
but give me time and space—
and watch how I will blossom,
full of beauty, full of grace.

When Crossing the Heart


He came once more, his eyes did seek
The smile he knew, the soft and meek.
She welcomed him with tender grace,
Yet shadows linger’d on her face.

He spake no vow, nor sought her hand—
But took, as if love were his command.
He kissed her light, then turn’d away,
And left her soul in disarray.

She wept not loud, but stars did know
The ache that bloomed in silent woe.
No dragon rose, nor fire did fall—
But sorrow built a quiet wall.

So he who enters hearts untrue,
And plucks the rose ‘fore morning dew,
May find not wrath—but something worse:
A love once pure, now turn’d to curse.

Beware the stillness in her breath,
For loss can wound as deep as death.
And hearts once broken do not sleep—
They learn to guard what they would keep.

"When the Dragonfly Stayed"
for Star, under the watch of the wolf moon

I drifted in silence, oar brushing the skin of the river,
the world hushed—
just the breath of water
and my own pulse echoing through July’s bones.

And then,
you came.

Not as thunder,
not as sign or storm—
but small, winged stillness,
landing like a prayer on my knee.

You didn’t flinch.
You didn’t flee.
You simply stayed.

As if my body knew peace.
As if the wild knew I was safe.
As if I, too, belonged to the river
and had nothing to prove.

We watched each other,
you and I—
me, aching with things I couldn’t name,
you, a brief god in green lace
carrying the light
like it was no burden at all.

And for that moment,
the war inside me fell asleep.

When you left,
I didn’t cry.
I just whispered thank you
to the sky,
and paddled on
a little more whole
than before you came.

When storms began : Swirling round its whirling sound  it shadows dancing  
The still garden iced hard the winters ****
The sun shines yet melted lake you never see  
Shadows still claw inside of me
The grass so green flowers softest blue  
Yet colours range and angry shade all true.
The wind it works and catches strong
Leap unknown the wall
Taken every finest part they find and now after months of closed behind  
Taken once again the wind its comes ripping though and taking once again
No chance to even say the word good bye they cry
it leaves you there in silence
Water washes crimson waves to blue  
And once again your voice stolen from you
Years pass the wind now gone
But waves of memories flood each part it’s true
How could winds be broken and cut through like a knife
when walls of silence
Close on you
Dont speak don't shed a tear
As if you do the walls again appear  
And in the broken storm torn they call your name Alone to stay you carry all the shame.
Inside the walls the wind still knows your name
If you speak your life wont be the same

When you were mine

He stands so tall, yet leaves me small,
Hears nothing—but he captures all.
So brave and strong, yet fears to stay,
So sweet—then swiftly slips away.

He offers little, takes a lot,
He loves me gently—leaves a knot.
He seems so kind, then cuts me short,
Builds me up, then breaks support.

He gives the world in whispered spell,
Then pulls the ground—as if I fell.
It’s not the journey, nor the end,
But thrill and chase that he defends.

While I seek depth, a soul so true,
He keeps his grip and keeps askew.
He holds me close, then turns to flee—
And still, I fall so hopelessly.

So now, I let the dance unfold,
Release the need to grip or hold.
I won’t predict, I won’t demand,
Just taste the warmth inside his hand.

I’ll take him as he truly is—
Unfolded, flawed, yet full of bliss.
Enjoy the moments that we share,
And let him go without despair.

For though he may not stay as mine,
The time we have will still align.
And in those sparks, however brief—
I’ll find enough to soothe my grief.