Caged Treasures

[Verse 1] The sky runs dry when I try to write your name, The world feels small, a canvas stripped of flame. My quill is thirsty, but your light won’t pour— This ink’s a cage for treasures I can’t store. [Pre-Chorus] I carve my soul in verses, raw and bare, Yet every line falls short of your rare air. My alchemy? Just dust without your gold— A poet’s chains, a story left untold. [Chorus] Oh, you’re the storm in my silent sea, The melody my silence begs to free. The stars envy the way you haunt my pen, But even oceans drown where you begin. [Verse 2] My mind’s a storm, yet your truth won’t unfold— A myth half-sung in whispers grown too cold. This ghazal aches to mirror your perfume, But shadows fade where sunlight dares to bloom. [Bridge] I feel you near, a ghost in my chest, Yet dreams grow shy, too fragile to confess. Each unsung verse? A scar your absence carved— Is time still cheap, or am I just starved? [Outro] The ink bleeds red, a debt no page can pay, Your footsteps echo where my night meets day. But till the stars bow down to meet your grace, This pen’s a prisoner—lost in your embrace.