The Amber Hour Between Two Heartbeats
I have always felt like an artifact misplaced in a city of
Antique Box
The Salt-Stained Ledger of Us
I have spent years archiving my soul like a collection of pressed
The Salt-Stained Memory of Your Skin
I have spent years archiving my heart like a museum curator—carefully
The Lace That Remembers Your Touch
I have become an expert at collecting silences—the kind that settle
Echoes in the Glass Water
I have always felt like an artifact misplaced in a city of
The Echo of Salt and Sunlight
The city was a heavy coat I could no longer wear, its
The Gilded Echo of a Midnight Rain
The city never truly sleeps; it only sighs, a heavy, rhythmic breath
The Sun-Drenched Echo of a Forgotten Summer
The city hums with a frantic, metallic rhythm, but here, beneath the
The Echo of Salt and Silk
The city was a collection of sharp edges and cold glass, a
Rust on the Vinyl, Heat in the Veins
The sun hangs low over the water, a heavy coin of gold
The Salt That Heals the Dust of Yesterday
The city dust had settled deep within my lungs, a gray residue
The Sun Bleaches the Ghost of You
I stood on this precipice where the city's noise finally
