"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.