I wake to a flicker, soft and strange, A glow that hums, a plastic clang, The sheets feel wrong, too warm, too near, A quiet peace I don’t know here. Your breath’s a whisper on my skin, The world dissolves where we begin, Last night’s caress still holds me tight, Under these fake candlelights. Fake candlelights, they glow, they fade, A stolen dream, where love’s remade I’m not home, I’m not mine, Caught in your arms, out of time. Bittersweet, this dawn’s embrace, A fleeting truth I can’t replace, You’re free to stay, I’m free to fall, But real life calls, it takes it all. The scent of you, it pulls me in, Vanilla smoke and skin on skin, I forgot the weight, the clock, the strain, The mortgage due, the kids’ refrain. For hours, I’m weightless, lost, alive, Your touch a cure I can’t survive, But then it hits—this isn’t mine, A borrowed bed, a borrowed time. Fake candlelights, they glow, they fade, A stolen dream, where love’s remade, I’m not home, I’m not mine, Caught in your arms, out of time. Bittersweet, this dawn’s embrace, A fleeting truth I can’t replace, You’re free to stay, I’m free to fall, But real life calls, it takes it all. The door clicks shut, the air turns cold, You text me “bye”, and my heart folds, You’re unshackled, wild, and true, I’m tethered tight, no room to move. Why’s the world so small, so tight? Love’s a flame, but not tonight.
