The Gravity of Glittering Hearts
I stood in the center of a room where time had decided
Dali’s Mustache
The Hourglass Melts into Velvet Night
My heels click a rhythm that dissolves the floor into liquid gold,
The Geometry of Melting Puddles
My turtleneck sweater is a soft, white cloud trapped in the gravity
The Bride Who Caught a Melting Sunset Over the Brooklyn Bridge's Soft Jawline
I spun around on the deck, and gravity politely decided to take
The Liquid City Melts into a White Silk Embrace
I stand on the glass precipice of reality, where the concrete jungle
The Hourglass Draped in Lace
The Colosseum did not stand; it hovered, a skeletal ribcage of ancient
The Drowning of the Concrete Heart
I stood on the jagged ledge of a skyscraper, waiting for my
The Salt of Your Skin
The ocean breathes against the shore, a rhythm that once felt like
The Echo of Your Absence is a Bloom
The chipped paint on these steps whispers forgotten stories, echoes of lovers
Ephemeral Echoes of You
The city breathes rust and forgotten melodies, a symphony only my skin
Ephemeral Bloom
The petals fall like forgotten dreams, each one a tiny ghost of
Ephemeral Echoes of Midnight Bloom
The gym smells of iron and regret, a strange perfume he seems
