Is love just a chandelier made of glass? One wrong word and it shatters fast. You threw shade like a velvet knife, Cut through the silence, sharp as strife. I’m wide awake, counting the cracks, Replayin’ fights like old soundtracks. You in your corner, me in mine— Two cold hearts, one crooked line. But your eyes still hum that lullaby, Like we’re more than just a sweet goodbye. Is love a castle built on sand? One storm and it slips through your hand. Is a kiss just sugar on a dart? Sweet on the lips, poison to the heart. Are we just leaves in a jealous breeze? Or roots thathold through winter’s tease? No, your look says love’s still here— Messy, loud, but crystal clear. You don’t need a crown or a white horse ride, Just don’t leave me on the lonely side. We’ve danced through thunder, laughed through rain, Shared our joy and shared our pain. I’ve stitched our story into my skin, Even the chapters soaked in sin. So give me a sign, or give me a spark— I’ll meet you halfway in the dark. Your silence plays like a vinyl scratch, But I still hear the love dispatch. Is love a castle built on sand? One storm and it slips through your hand. Is a kiss just sugar on a dart? Sweet on the lips, poison to the heart. Are we just leaves in a jealous breeze? Or roots thathold through winter’s tease? No, your look says love’s still here— Messy, loud, but crystal clear. We’re not a fairytale, not a perfect rhyme, But I’d rather fight than waste the time. So if you’re in, then say it loud— Let’s break the silence, make you proud. I ain’t your damsel, ain’t your glass décor, I’m the echo in your slammin’ door. You say “too much,” I say “too late,” Love ain’t chess, but I checkmate hate. We built this house on midnight talks, Now it’s creakin’ loud with silent shocks. But I’m still here, heels on the floor, Heart on my sleeve, not beggin’ for more. Is love a castle built on sand? One storm and it slips through your hand. Is a kiss just sugar on a dart? Sweet on the lips, poison to the heart. Are we just leaves in a jealous breeze? Or roots that hold through winter’s tease? No, your look says love’s still here— Messy, loud, but crystal clear. You don’t need to be my prince in gold, Just promise me you won’t let go.
