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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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.

City of Human Kind


I sat today and watched your way—
Some so cold, hurried away.
A man asked for a pound to spare
To buy his food, to ride somewhere.

Men in suits dashed off to work,
No time to stop or share or smirk.
Ladies smiling, others lurk,
Little children looking up—
Seeing grown-ups mess it up.

Beggars foraging for ****-ends,
What kind of life is this, my friends?
A street so full of every kind,
Different tongues and troubled minds.

Arguments between a few,
Lads in crowds not thinking through,
Girls giggling as they run,
A man steals goods—then he’s gone.


People queuing for the bus,
Dropping papers, missing luck.
Policemen walking, taxis flash,
Strangers passing, brief eye clash.


Mindful people walking slow,
Taking in the city’s glow.
Sad and lonely souls I see,
Looking lost, and cold, not free.

[Chorus]
People of all kinds appear,
One race—called human—gathered here.
All together in my window frame,
Free,
Unaware they’re part of the same.

Old, young, short, tall,
Dark, light, strong, small—
A city full of people all.
And love?
I saw it in them all.


Just a moment I sat today,
Yet a lifetime walked my way.
Amazing city—now I take
The train back home, past river, lake.


Back to a lane, a country gate—
Total silence seals my fate.
From city heat to country night,
A different world, a softer light.

I saw the poverty.
I saw the poetry.
The street painter.
The flute’s soft song.
The rich, the poor, the right, the wrong.

My day in the city—
A moment to treasure,

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.

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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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.

I’m OK

by Helene / Morning Star

He—like me—is a product of others
But somehow, he holds his head high
While I hold mine in shame

He has a way—
A way of coping
Of holding back
Of letting things slide

But I?
I feel like the doormat
Soaked in rain,
Lying forgotten in a drain

He softly asks me questions
I don’t understand
And when I'm away from him
How fast the thoughts consume me

So I rush to be okay—
To be bright, be fine,
So he won’t choose to leave me
Or fade me from his line of sight

So I stay strong.
And silent.
Put on the face that says: I’m fine
So he won’t see
The fear, the sorrow—
And feel the need to walk away

I’ve just got to be
“normal”
And pretend—
I’m okay

Song Structure:



Verse 1 → "He—like me—is a product of others..."

Pre-Chorus → "He softly asks me questions / I don’t understand..."

Chorus → "So I rush to be okay... / Just got to be normal and pretend..."

Bridge → Whispered or half-spoken: "Strong. Silent. Fine."

Final Chorus → Repeat “I’m okay…” like a fading mantra

She Is Summer
by Morning Star

Lace like innocence,
but she’s no fool.
A smile that tempts,
a glance that rules.

Sunlight kisses
her honey-gold skin,
But it’s the fire beneath
that draws you in.

She walks like July —
bare legs, bold heart,
Soft on the outside,
a storm at the start.

She laughs in the breeze,
wild, uncontained,
Too free for a frame,
too real to be tamed.

She doesn’t chase seasons,
she becomes the heat.
Every glance is a rhythm,
every step — a heartbeat.

Elegant, cheeky,
sweet with a twist,
The kind of girl
you’re scared to have missed.

So here she stands —
sun-drenched and true,
Dressed like the view,
but far more than the hue.

Letter (Never Sent)

To you—
The only one I never forgot.

I don’t know if I have the right to write this.
Maybe I never did.
But some things won’t stay buried,
and my silence has grown too heavy to carry alone.

I still see you.
That soft smile, the way your presence quieted the storm in me—
I remember everything.

You were the one place I felt safe,
the only one who ever looked at me
and saw something worth saving.

And I know—I let you go.
I didn’t fight.
I disappeared into the years like a coward.
But not because I didn’t care.
Because I did.
Too much.

Seven years.
Seven years of wondering what might have happened
if I had just said the words:
I loved you.
I still do.

But love, for me, has always come tangled in fear.
I thought if I told you,
I’d lose you entirely.
And so I tried to protect the little I had
by keeping you just far enough away.

You gave me your heart,
and I kept it quietly, selfishly—
too afraid to speak,
too proud to fall.

But you were the best part of me.
The only part that ever felt true.

I still feel you sometimes,
like a breath against my skin
when the world goes still.
And I wonder…
could you ever still feel me too?

I don’t know if you’ll ever read this.
Maybe you shouldn’t.
But if you do,
just know—
I haven’t left.

I’m here.
I’ve always been.
Still loving you in silence.
Still waiting.

Still yours,
—even now—
Me

“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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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.

Shine bright my love my light lovely mom
who gave me  life
In my children you helped to grow I'll see your funny laughs
and know
that every tiny little turn they take
you’ll help them as they go
The brightest star I'll see your light shine on
The owl at night I'll hear your call go on
The rain drops gentle on my face like tears I can not cry
The magnolia tree its gentle flowers in our garden space
Sitting under the cherry tree
The swinging seat your brother made for you and me
A feather falling on my face
I'll feel your gentle stroke
When our stream begins to flow
I'll know your here to say hello
And when the sun warms up my face I'll feel you warmth your glow
When the sun goes down each night I'll  hear you whispers say good-night
When the moon is full so white
I'll know your somewhere shining bright
When in December it's starts to snow I'll remember not to let  go
Of all the love and memories
The gifts that a mother brings
Through my tiny grand childs eyes through her tiny baby smiles
I'll know your there living on
Into the future my lovely mom **

Beach

Search inside, fall into sleep—
Visit before the endless deep.
Bright sunshine, a happy girl,
Tales swirl down the winding creek.

Know the nothing—fear the dark,
Remove the anger, shed the spark.
Wrap it up into a square,
Place it down and stamp it there.

Stamp the hell out of its face,
Open veins—knife plunged with grace.
They won’t breathe again—no more—
Take the essence, heal, restore.

Hold it tight, don’t leave at night,
Lead her heart to beach’s light.
Lie beneath the summer’s heat,
Let the waves make pain retreat.

Let tears fall, embrace like rain,
Hold each grain to soothe the pain.
Safe to trust yourself again—
The only one who’ll truly remain.

Together—only way you’re sane.

You Held Me

Written in 2011 – for he who held my hand until I was not afraid to try
By Morning Star

You held me—
Held safe
As I cried forbidden pain

My body guarded
My heart wide open
I wept unknowingly
With the child in me
The one who could not be held
Who was never free

Given up in darkness
I was all but letting go
And you held me

I was so scared
I barely drew a breath—
And you held me

Now you see me
Looking into the windows of my soul
You hold me

Now I’m not alone
Yet still far from home—
And you held me

But you too
Will soon let go
And once again
To darkness, she will fall
And be lost to the ocean’s call

No one can save her
Because I let her go
I let her go

Frozen in her fate
There is no escape
No one can hold me

The light—
It always lets go

You can’t hold onto melting snow
Or to tears that never flow
You can’t hold onto life inside
When darkness comes
To slay your mind
And take from you
Your life, your kind

There’s no way out
I cannot find
I cannot find
I cannot tell

City of Human Kind

by Morning Star

I sat today and watched your way—
Some so cold, hurried away.
A man asked for a pound to spare
To buy his food, to ride somewhere.

Men in suits dashed off to work,
No time to stop or share or smirk.
Ladies smiling, others lurk,
Little children looking up—
Seeing grown-ups mess it up.

Beggars foraging for ****-ends,
What kind of life is this, my friends?
A street so full of every kind,
Different tongues and troubled minds.

Arguments between a few,
Lads in crowds not thinking through,
Girls giggling as they run,
A man steals goods—then he’s gone.

People queuing for the bus,
Dropping papers, missing luck.
Policemen walking, taxis flash,
Strangers passing, brief eye clash.

Mindful people walking slow,
Taking in the city’s glow.
Sad and lonely souls I see,
Looking lost, and cold, not free.

People of all kinds appear,
One race—called human—gathered here.
All together in my window frame,
Free,
Unaware they’re part of the same.

Old, young, short, tall,
Dark, light, strong, small—
A city full of people all.

And love?
I saw it in them all.

Just a moment I sat today,
Yet a lifetime walked my way.

Amazing city—now I take
The train back home, past river, lake.
Back to a lane, a country gate—
Total silence seals my fate.

From city heat to country night,
A different world, a softer light.

I saw the poverty. I saw the poetry.
The street painter.
The flute’s soft song.
The rich, the poor, the right, the wrong.

My day in the city—
A moment to treasure,
A poem of people
That lives forever.

🎵 “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…

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.

As Spring Survived
When winter’s grip begins to fade,
Will death and grief release their hold?
Snowdrops stir beneath the frost—
A whisper soft, as spring unfolds.

The sun returns with golden breath,
Rebirth begins, and life rewakes.
Yet I am heavy in my grief—
A robin still with broken wings.

If time allows, I’ll find my feet,
And rise once more into the wind.
For even sorrow casts a shape
That lets the light slip softly in.

And though the path is slow and bare,
Each brave step carves a space for air.
I’ll breathe again the world I miss—
The tender ache, the warming kiss.

In March, beneath a gentler sky,
Spring will begin — and so shall I.
Sadness shrinking, fear grown still,
Scars softening beneath the hill.

And summer...
I cannot yet name it.
But I feel it —
Almost.


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This version builds toward hope while pausing at the edge of it, leaving the reader suspended

“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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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.

🎵 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

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.

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🎵 “Behind” – Song Version

By Morning Star
Style: Cinematic folk / emotional ballad
Tempo: Slow (60–70 bpm)
Key: A minor (sorrowful but hopeful)


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[Verse 1]

Hope is all she holds tonight,
An everlasting, fragile light.
She learns to calm the storm inside—
Still tries to leave the pain behind.


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[Verse 2]

No one sees her. No one can.
Everything is dark again.
But even in the blackest hour,
She dares to rise, she finds her power.


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[Chorus] (soft, rising)

No way she's letting go—
This fight is hers to own.
She counts the swords of yesterday,
But they won’t steal today.
A knight may come, or may not be—
But she will be her own rescue, free.


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[Verse 3]

She walks alone where shadows fall,
Yet holds her heart through it all.
No fairy tale, no shining steel—
Just scars that taught her how to feel.


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[Chorus] (repeat, stronger)

No way she's letting go—
This fight is hers to own.
She counts the swords of yesterday,
But they won’t steal today.
A knight may come, or may not be—
But she will be her own rescue, free.


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[Bridge] (whispered or instrumental)

You don't need saving,
You're the flame still blazing...
You don't need saving,
You're the one worth raising...


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[Final Chorus] (gentle, fading)

No way she's letting go—
She’s stronger than they know.
She counts the swords of yesterday...
But she walks free today.
The knight was always there inside—
She never really had yo hide

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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After Silence

by Fallen Angel

Come drift with us where hope runs deep,
A gentle tide where sorrow sleeps.
If you feel lost and cannot swim,
We’ll take your hands and pull you in.

No hate, no harm, no judging eyes—
Just quiet hearts and open skies.
And if a tear slips down your face,
We see your pain, we hold your place.

You’ll never drown in waters wide,
For love surrounds on every side.
And when the waves rise dark and high,
We lift you up, we help you fly.

At times you may be tossed, unmoored,
By storms within you, long endured.
But that is when you’ll feel us near—
A steady anchor, strong and clear.

You’ll find your breath, your light, your way,
And see the dawn break into day.
No longer needing walls to hide,
You’ll live, you’ll love, you'll turn the tide.

For after silence, songs begin—
A sacred hush, then strength within.
So rise, unfold, let stillness guide—
We’re always here, right by your side.

"Last Poem"
by Morning Star

If this is the last poem I’ll ever write,
let it be made of fading light—
a breath between the stars and me,
a truth unspoken, finally free.

Let it hold the scent of autumn rain,
the echo left after leaving pain.
Let it whisper where my voice once broke,
a dream half-healed, a word half-spoke.

If this is the final line I send,
let it not beg or break or bend.
Let it stand where silence grew—
a quiet vow: I carried through.

No ribboned end, no rhyme to keep—
just peace enough to fall asleep.
A hush between the heart and sky...
the last poem, and no goodbye.

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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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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Here is my poem “You Held Me” adapted into a song version with guitar chords—retaining your original emotion and meaning while shaping it into a gentle, haunting acoustic ballad. It’s written for fingerstyle or soft strumming, perfect for an intimate performance or recording.


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🎸 “You Held Me” – Guitar Song Version

Key: Em (E minor – haunting, vulnerable tone)
Capo: Optional on 2nd fret (to lift the emotion slightly to F#m)
Strumming (slow): Down – down-up – pause – down-up (or light fingerpicking)
Tempo: Slow (around 60–70 bpm)


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🎵 Intro
Em   C   G   D
Em   C   G   D


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🎵 Verse 1
Em             C
You held me—held me safe
G                  D
As I cried forbidden pain
Em                C
My body closed, my heart laid bare
G               D
Like a child lost in the rain

Em              C
You held me—though I shook
G                D
Too scared to even breathe
Em             C
And still you stayed, you didn’t look
G                     D
Away from all beneath


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🎵 Pre-Chorus
Am                   Em
Now you see me, raw and whole
C                   G
Looking through my silent soul
Am                Em
You hold me, still not gone
C                      D
But morning breaks—and you move on


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🎵 🌑 Chorus
Em               C
And once again, to dark I fall
G                D
Lost to the ocean’s call
Em                 C
No one can save the child I hide
G                   D
I let her go, she slipped inside

Em              C
Frozen now, no hand to hold
G                  D
Light too weak, the dark too bold
Am                   Em
You can’t hold onto melting snow
C               D                Em
Or to tears that never flow


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🎵 Verse 2
Em               C
You held me when I was all but gone
G                D
A ghost too tired to stand
Em                   C
You stayed until I found the strength
G                    D
To finally reach your hand


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🎵 Pre-Chorus (repeat)
Am                   Em
But now I drift beyond your sight
C                 G
Fading in the failing light
Am              Em
You can’t stop what you don’t see
C                    D
The silence now is swallowing me


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🎵 Final Chorus
Em              C
You held me once, but not again
G                  D
The night returns where love had been
Em                  C
No one can save me from the deep
G              D
Or catch the girl I couldn’t keep

Em             C
Frozen in a fate I know
G                  D
Where every hand will let me go
Am                   Em
You can’t hold on to melting snow
C               D                  Em
Or to tears that never flow


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🎵 Outro (whispered or instrumental)
C   G   D   Em
C   G   D   Em


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🎸 Chord Guide:

Em – 022000

C – x32010

G – 320003

D – xx0232

Am – x02210



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This would work beautifully with soft picking—especially alternating bass note + top strings

"Once Again" (Song Lyrics – Acoustic/Electric Ballad)

Genre: Dark Indie Pop / Alt R&B
Tempo: Slow and brooding (65–70 bpm)
Style: Think Billie Eilish, Amy Winehouse, or BANKS


Once again

🎵 Verse 1
I fell right through—like glass in rain
You pulled my tears straight from the vein
You found me lost, not looking to feel
Then tore through my soul like I wasn’t real

🎵 Verse 2
Told me your truth with that crooked smile
Like stars in a cloud, you watched me awhile
Twisted me up like I was no good
Then laced your blood where my heartbeat stood


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🎵 🖤 Chorus
You said you loved me, gave me your name
Took my heart, played your little game
Left me empty the moment I cried
Now I’m a ghost and you don’t even try
Can’t text, can’t speak, can’t face the pain
You leave me wrecked...
Once again


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🎵 Verse 3
You cast your words like broken spells
Made my heaven feel like hell
Spun your lies with sugar and charm
Then dropped me cold without alarm


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🎵 🖤 Chorus
You said you loved me, gave me your name
Took my heart, played your little game
Left me hollow the second I bled
Now I’m alone, and you act like I’m dead
No calls, no care, no time to explain
Just vanish and **** me...
Once again


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🎵 ⚡️ Bridge (Spoken-style or whispered)
Take your *******
Your pretty spin
Your tangled lines
That reeled me in
Throw them out
Like you did my mind
I'm not your toy
I'm not that blind


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🎵 Final Chorus (Stripped and Haunting)
You said you’d stay, but love was pretend
Now I’ve been broken…
Once again
Just silence where your voice should’ve been
You leave me breathless...
Once again

🎸 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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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?

His Return

If he had come back… just once… and told the truth.

If I Could Speak

I saw the way you looked at me.
God, I felt it.
You made me feel like I was something more
than the wreck I’d become.

And that scared me.

Because I wanted to be that man for you—
the one who stayed.
But I wasn’t built for staying.
I was always half-out-the-door,
even while holding your hand.

You didn’t know how much I cared.
I made sure of it.
Because if I said it aloud,
if I showed you all of it,
you would’ve expected forever.
And I was never brave enough
to give you that.

So I left.
Silently.
Cowardly.
Ghosting the only person
who ever saw the whole of me
and didn’t flinch.

But I never forgot you.
Not for a moment.
I still see that hillside—
the one you brought me to
without ever asking for anything
but honesty.

And I failed you there.

If I could return,
I’d kneel at the canvas you unfolded
and say:
“I wasn’t ready.
But I did love you.
More than I could bear.”

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.

Below is a refined version, still true to your voice, but with tightened lines, smoother flow, and a sharpened sense of myth and emotion — aiming to leave the reader with that ache of something wild, unresolved, and haunting

No time to
Freeze the moon.

I fear that distant, spectral dance:
The wolves, the wind,
The starless trance.
A clash of light,
A shattered quill—
The sky breaks open,
Cold and still.

I hear the call, a ghostly thread,
The echo of what once was said.
The wolf returns to stand and see
The hill where badgers once ran free.

The hare is still—its heart a drum,
A beat that tempts the dark to come.
And shadows gather at my feet—
October's chill, so sharp, so sweet.

You came again, as silence dressed—
A month that severs, never rests.
You left me once, too young to break,
Now steal the breath you chose to take.

Say nothing. Speak no truth to me.
I grieve the girl I could not be.
The wolf is gone, the path erased—
The moon no longer lights this place.

And yet, when frost bites winter air,
I see you still. You're always there.
But you can’t touch what’s now my own—
I free the deer. I walk alone.

No time—
Freeze the moon.
Let ice give way,
And listen soon.


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This version keeps your winter creatures, your mother’s haunting presence, and your own hard-won freedom — but casts it in a spell-like structure, something timeless and sacred.

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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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

🌙 “Nanna’s Near” – Song Lyrics
By Morning Star (Feb 2022)

[Verse 1]
Raindrops fall like silent tears
When the breeze blows, I feel you near
In the sunrise, soft and bright
You’re the warmth that holds me tight

[Verse 2]
When the moon begins to glow
On misty moors so far below
I see you shimmer, soft and clear
A gentle voice that whispers near

[Chorus]
When your tears fall in the rain
I feel you wash away the pain
And when the stars light up the dark
I know you're safe, I feel your spark
If I ever need you here
I just look and know you're near
In my children’s eyes so dear
I see your soul, Nanna’s near

[Verse 3]
You turn the sky to silver blue
And I can almost walk with you
In every laugh, in every sigh
I hear your love, I see you shine

[Chorus – repeat]
When your tears fall in the rain
I feel you wash away the pain
And when the stars light up the dark
I know you're safe, I feel your spark
If I ever need you here
I just look and know you're near
In my children’s eyes so clear
I see your smile, Nanna’s near

[Outro – soft/spoken or sung]
So I’ll kiss them tenderly...
And whisper low: Nanna’s here with me


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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.

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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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"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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Can Ever Speak

You took my crush, so small, so frail—
And said I’d never speak at all.
Let them see me as a freak—
To hell with you, to hell with them.

I will not speak, but not because I’m forced,
Not because I’m trapped inside your cause.
I choose this silence—freedom’s breath—
Because it breaks your chains, not death.

You took all that you could claim,
But now I’m free, beyond your game.
Not silenced by my fear or pain,
But by my will to break your reign.

Silence is my quiet throne,
Where I am sovereign, stand alone.
The universe will take its course,
And in its time, repay your force.

But unlike you, I won’t behold,
The ripping life, the darkness cold.
One day I’ll sleep, and in that peace,
Find rest where cruelty will cease.

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.

🎵 "Before Summer’s Take"
(Acoustic folk ballad – gentle fingerpicked guitar, 70–75 bpm)
Key: G major (capo 3rd fret if you want a higher, breezy tone)

[Verse 1]
Before summer’s touch,
Before golden light,
The ice I held inside
Would steal away the night.
But now the warmth begins,
And birds begin to sing—
The cold no longer wins,
And I can feel the spring.

[Verse 2]
No more winter’s bite,
No more candle tears,
No more frost that finds
The cracks from all those years.
Just the trickle of a stream,
A dream I thought was gone,
Now whispers back to me—
“Darling, carry on.”

[Chorus]
Let it shine, let it show,
Let your soft heart overflow.
Melt the blue, let colour stay,
Let your soul be bright today.
Breathe it in, don’t turn away—
Before summer takes
The dark away.

[Verse 3]
Gentle waters soothe,
Petals start to rise,
Even walls can bloom
Beneath new skies.
Paint it all in light—
A brushstroke at a time—
You’ve made it through the night,
And morning feels like mine.

[Chorus – repeat with more harmony]
Let it shine, let it show,
Let your soft heart overflow.
Melt the blue, let colour stay,
Let your soul be bright today.
Breathe it in, don’t turn away—
Before summer takes
The dark away.

🎵 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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"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 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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Pull

By Morning Star – April 2024 (Refined)

Colours burn into my mind—
Twisting, turning, open wide.
Rain is beating in the heart,
Like tears of years,
untold,
apart.

Hoping someone soon will come,
Hold the sword,
Bring the sun—
Take away the shadows there,
Pull me from their angry glare.

Soft,
The hare runs swiftly by,
Rushing toward the open sky.

The deer—
Too scared to move—
While hunters loom,
And swords pursue.

Little one has found a dream—
To captivate,
To stop the scream.
She reaches out,
And with his light,
She steps into
a new,
bright life.

But anchors tight
still pull her back.
She fights—
She braves
the open crack.

Yet still she hears
the voice,
the chill.
The evil—
broken—
heavy,
still.

It calls.
And no one comes.
And no one will—
Not while storms
are crashing
through.

Cript (Secrets & Shadows)

The castle holds its frozen breath—
a winter’s death wrapped in silence,
where steel-cold crypts whisper secrets
buried deep beneath the stones.

Dragons haunt the night’s cold edge,
their burning eyes slicing shadows—
but even their fire cannot melt
the frost clutching her fragile soul.

She waits, cloaked in silence,
eyes flickering with hidden fear.
His footsteps—soft yet deadly—
draw nearer through the bitter dark.
He hunts the shadows where she hides,
but she cannot hide what lingers in her stare.

He pulls her back to the glassy lake—
his touch colder than the depths below.
Words fall like shards of ice,
promises tangled in a ghostly thread.
She hears but cannot listen,
lost beneath a spell older than time.

At dawn, she vanishes—
drowned in secrets, swallowed by silence.
The lake’s surface hides her flight,
a prisoner to the restless curse.

When night falls again,
his voice rides the storm winds—
calling, searching, relentless.
But castle walls crumble against the dark.
Only dragons remain—
keepers of her fading hope.

She slips beneath shallow waters—
where danger breathes beneath the waves,
the lady of the lake,
bound to the shadows of a haunted wake