Tonight, the air is full of borrowed hopes,
soft voices brushing my skin like ribbons
gentle, unsure, yet guiding me
toward the promise of morning light.
Tomorrow, I’ll walk into love,
but tonight, I pause at the edge,
hands pressed to the hush of time,
listening to the girl I once was.
She wonders—am I leaving her behind?
Or is she tucked into my dress,
stitched in lace and quiet longing,
a part of every step I take?
The bells will ring, the vows will rise,
but even then, the stars lean in to ask—
have I said goodbye to who I was,
or is she still walking beside me?
soft voices brushing my skin like ribbons
gentle, unsure, yet guiding me
toward the promise of morning light.
Tomorrow, I’ll walk into love,
but tonight, I pause at the edge,
hands pressed to the hush of time,
listening to the girl I once was.
She wonders—am I leaving her behind?
Or is she tucked into my dress,
stitched in lace and quiet longing,
a part of every step I take?
The bells will ring, the vows will rise,
but even then, the stars lean in to ask—
have I said goodbye to who I was,
or is she still walking beside me?
