Life hums a sorrow, lost deep in the rain,
A whisper that burns in July’s heavy air.
They’ll tailor your heart for a runway of pain,
With cherry-lipped lies and a vacant-eyed stare.

So drink down your sadness, it’s aged and it’s chilled,
A cut-crystal poison, smooth velvet and ice.
They’ll auction your soul for the thrill left unfilled,
Then haunt you with echoes of love’s sacrifice.

They’ll swear that salvation comes cheap by the ounce,
That heartache is fleeting, just part of the fight.
But under the glitter, the dark truths still pounce;
A river of distress that drowns out the light.

In a town where gulls call over foam kissed stone,
Where sea salt grief clings to wood and bone,
Stood a hotel twenty three rooms small
A place where secrets crawled the walls.

It’s wallpaper was floral and faded red,
While whispers rose up from the unmade bed.
The year was nineteen forty seven
And she’d never know he was on his way with a vengeance

He wore a hat pulled low to hide
Eyes like storms, deep and wide.
Her name was still a song he wept
A curse he caressed a prayer half said

His love had been a ship at war
Cannons blazing towards the shore,
But her leaving? That was the gale
A wind so cruel it split his sail.

Hatred now was fuel to flame,
Drinking down whiskey
And forgetting his shame.

He climbed the stairs with measured tread
Knowing the ninth room housed her lover’s bed.
Opening the door was like splitting a scar
Inside lingered her perfume, the sounds of light jazz, the scent of cigars.

“Don’t” she cried out, but he did not hear.
The sound of revenge pounding in his ears
He pulled the steel from a coat lined dark
A love burned hand, a flint struck spark.

One shot - like thunder cracked in two,
She fell like a wave the sea once knew
The floorboards wept where she now slept
Where evil came to lay her to rest.

He left her there eyes full of dread
Hate on his lips and blood on the bed.
A man who loved like storms love the coasts
Broken down by revenge is now haunted by her ghost.

You laughed like a secret, sat close like a spell,
But clubs in your grin meant you never thought well.
Said we were soulmates, sisters in crime
But you cracked at the edges
when it wasn’t your time.

Queens don’t trust jokers, I learned this too late
Playing your part and I sealed my fate.
Spades behind backs and diamonds for shine,
You twisted the truth with one scripted line.

So here’s to the fall, to the crash, to the end.
To fake little hearts that pretend to be friends.
I’ll toast to the silence, to truth in the dark
And rebuild my throne from your fake house of cards.

Working so hard towards an unachievable goal
I wonder if I will I ever find a balance
But rest doesn't help when the problem is your soul,
and over-thinking is just your talent.

They wove my dreams on a ribboned sky,
With threads of love that never die.
Rose-gold whispers, cherry wine air,
Soft as his hands in my tangled hair.
A needle dipped in morning’s blush,
Pulled through the cloth in a lover’s hush.
Silken vows and honeyed grace,
Woven deep in the fabric’s face.
The sweetest dreams are stitched in gold,
In patterns warm and gently bold.
Even the storms have silver seams,
Love lives loud in quiet dreams.
So wrap me up in that living art,
A tapestry sewn from a faithful heart.
Each thread is a promise, soft and true,
A life of love in every hue.