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"When Stories Turn to Ashes"
When stories turn to ashes,
they whisper their last words in smoke,
pages curling like wounded wings,
dreams dissolving in fragile flame.
Love once written in ink,
now drifts as dust to the night sky—
a chapter undone,
yet remembered in embers.
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You touched my dreams, then slipped away,
Now your silence has more to say.
Time moves, but I remain...
In echoes of you, and silent pain..
She Owns the Night
She lies in red, fierce and bold,
A goddess of the night, uncontrolled.
The waves may crash, the winds may bite,
But she owns the dark, she owns the night.
With every curve, with every glance,
She moves with power, a daring dance.
No fear, no doubt, she’s set to rise,
A force of nature in disguise.
Silent Goodbyes Echo in the Shadows
The room remembers us, even when we’re gone,
Echoes of goodbye dancing where memories belong
We danced in the quiet, no music, just breath,
You held me so close, now there's nothing left.
Your shadow still lingers on old wooden floors,
But your footsteps don’t echo here anymore.
I’m barefoot in a memory, still reaching for you,
On tiptoes of hoping for something untrue.
The warmth of your silence, the ghost of your touch—
It’s cruel how the soft things can hurt just as much.
I spin in the stillness, where love used to be,
Not lost in the moment— the moment lost me.
The torn pages of us
You were the fire, I was the flame,
We danced through the dark
just whispering names.
But time turned to embers,
and silence to dust,
Now all that remains are
the torn pages of us.
The roses we kept
have withered in shade,
Like words we once meant
but never quite said.
Love doesn’t echo
the way that it must,
When hearts turn to paper,
and promises rust.
So read me in ashes,
remember the rhyme,
We were a chapter
that ran out of time.
No ink left to write,
no need to discuss—
We’re ghosts in a story...
the torn pages of us.
Her Steps Compose the path
Laced in shadows,
She walks like a whisper with thunder beneath her heels.
Not made to be followed —
She is the reason paths are created
Time moves on, but moments freeze,
Your memory clings like autumn leaves
Lost between the sky and earth,
I swing in silence, mourning what’s worth.
The mountains know, the clouds can tell—
I am broken, but still, I dwell..
Worship in the Dark
The door shuts.
It’s not fear.
It’s the thrill of being preyed upon
blindfolded so mind stops lying.
He don’t ask if you’re ready.
He make me ready.
The tie around wrists is slow—deliberate.
A promise, not a threat.
My body arches at the edge of pain.
But i don't beg to stop.
I beg him to never leave me in the light again.
The dark is where we belong.
not made for soft hands and praise... built to be broken open,beautifully,in silence.
He want tears—not from sorrow,
but from the raw truth of finally being seen.
This isn’t play.This is worship in its most violent, honest form.
leave marked. leave ruined.
And thank with trembling legs,
bitten lips, and eyes that scream for more.
He : so u like apple?
Me : no , I love apple
Melt for Me
I press the ice —
not to cool you,
but to watch you burn beneath it.
One shiver,and I own your breath.
One drip,and you're begging in silence.
You arch,but I never rush.
Pleasure is earned,
and I like to make you wait.
Every inch of youis mine to tease,
mine to rule —and forever,
you melt for me.
Leather and metal, but we own this ride,
In the depth of the night, there’s nowhere to hide..
He lead me with touch, a whisper of control,
And I surrender, giving him my soul.
Born a Queen with fire in her veins,
Lips stained red with whispered claims.
She moves like silk wrapped tight in sin,
A dangerous game you’ll never win.
Her gaze ignites the darkest night,
A promise of pleasure, sharp and bright.
Not waiting for love—she takes, she owns,
In every touch, desire groans.
In the quiet blue where echoes sleep,
We found a love both wild and deep.
No sky, no stars, just you and me,
Drifting soft in this salt-sweet sea.
Your lips met mine, the world stood still,
The water warm, the moment real.
No need to breathe, no need to speak,
For love was louder in the deep.
One Silent Glide
White meets black on quiet stream,
A love that blooms without a theme.
No need for words, no wrong or right —
Just hearts that beat in soft twilight.
Good morning
She plays with hearts, not because she’s cruel—but because she’s the Queen
She plays with hearts, not to be unkind,
But royalty lives by a different design.
Silk in her voice, fire in her eyes,
She doesn’t just love—she makes you feel.
A whisper, a touch, and kingdoms sway,
But she never promised she would stay.
She plays with hearts, not because she’s cruel—but because she’s the Queen
But to remind the world… she is the dream -
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