My soul is like a terrarium, sealed in glass and still,
A forest bred from silence, bent to fate’s cruel will.
Each thought a tangled ivy vine, each fear a thorned bouquet,
I water them with past regrets and let them grow away.

Light leans in gently, but my glass won't crack,
A paradise turned prison where the green won't turn black.
Hope is just a brittle sprout that wilts beneath my touch,
Too delicate to flourish where the shadows grow too much.

I used to dream of open fields, of air that kissed my skin,
But now I bloom in solitude, with guilt grown thick within.
A garden of my making, lush with vines of dread and doubt;
So beautiful in madness that I can't seem to get out.

He said, “I'm no saint, but I drive real fast,”
She lit her smoke and let the moment last.
In a rusted Ford with a broken tune,
They chased the dusk, outran the moon.

She wore her rouge with vows to sin,
He kissed her hand and pulled her in.
Bank vault dreams and pistol pride,
Two shadows dancing, side by side.

The papers called them devil’s kin,
But hearts still swooned for the mess they’re in.
With every score, the red ran deep,
But love like that don’t come cheap.

The law caught wind, the trap was set,
One last kiss, one last heist was met.
They went to the dawn in a blaze of lead,
Young and wild, now cold and dead.

So pour one out for the stolen ride,
For the doomed romance they couldn’t hide.
Some love burns fast, some love runs dry;
Theirs bloomed just long enough to die.

Our eyes met that gloomy day,
And I immediately knew
It had been another time another place
I had always loved you

Lives we lived together
Spanning since the dawn of time
Energy of us tethered
Two souls intertwined.

Soulmates don't always work out as planned
Life gets in the way.
Things just aren't so grand
And our path isn't paved.

Is it wrong to crave a soul?
Is it wrong to lust for the past?
And to long for someone you've always known?
Wishing love forever lasts.

Attachment wraps like cold steel,
A binding touch that feels unreal.
Cuffed wrists, a silent plea,
Am I the prisoner or set free?

The key is lost, or never found,
Caught between love’s silent sound.
Am I the captive or the key?
In this locked dance, who holds me?

A kiss like metal, sharp and deep,
A promise made, a secret to keep.
Are we bound, or do we break?
In your hold, is it love or just fate?

Love once hummed in perfect tune,
A symphony beneath the moon,
Each heartbeat a scar we couldn't mend
like a melody we softly bled.

But silence crept through shifting skies,
Like violins with broken cries,
The notes we knew dissolved in mist,
A phantom of songs we once had kissed.

Now every chord is out of place,
Each rhythm stumbles, lost in space,
The lyrics fall like brittle leaves,
A ballad bruised by make-believe.

Where harmony once wrapped us tight,
Only aching echoes ring in the night,
our love, a song without its core,
Drifts unheard forevermore.

Beneath the moon's soft, stolen glow,
Whispers thread the air, low and slow.
A touch, a breath, a fleeting glance,
In shadows deep, we find our dance.

The stars stand guard, their light a veil,
Letting passion speak where our hearts prevail.
The world's asleep, yet we're awake,
In secrets shared, in love's embrace.

The moon, our witness, silent and wise,
Conceals the truth behind its skies.
Its silver beams trace every move,
A silent ally, sworn to prove.

Among the galaxies, we slip through time,
Two comets lost in love’s old rhyme.
In moonlight's hold, we choose to stay,
Two souls astray, yet led love's way.

When dawn arrives, we'll fade from view,
The moon will guard what we once knew;
A secret kept in whispered rhyme,
A moonlit alibi, frozen in time.

Skies turn gray, but I don't mind
it's matched my mood for quite some time.
The rain taps the window like a soft lullaby,
I close my eyes and let it lie.

I pour my tears into a glass,
a toast to the things that didn't last.
The love, the laughs, the perfect plans
Slipped like water through my hands.

Let the kingdoms fade like perfume in the rain,
weren't they just illusions anyway?
I wore the crown, I played the part,
Now all I want is a softer heart.

So I wrap my hurt in velvet threads,
Tuck it beneath my tangled head.
And maybe when I wake someday,
the pain will have flown away.

'Cause even sorrow's got a song,
and darkness doesn't stay long.
The sun still kisses the morning dew
And I'll dream my way back to you.