Wicked Game
You wove a cruel and shadowed game, drawing me close, whispering promises that crumbled like ash in my hands. You let me wander through dreams of you. Then you shattered me awake with a truth sharp as winter’s blade. Your heart never stirred, yet you painted me a lover’s lie, made me think your pulse echoed mine. And still, I’m here, chained to this heartache, searching for you through the haze of my dreams.
The fire howls wild, devouring what’s left of my heart, and I stand alone, a fool crowned in empty promises, longing still for a love that will never be.
I never thought I’d carve your name in my soul and I never thought I’d mourn the ghost of you. But now I see. Love is a phantom hymn, a dirge in the dark shadows of our minds. No one truly cradles another’s heart.
Wicked Game
You wove a cruel and shadowed game, drawing me close, whispering promises that crumbled like ash in my hands. You let me wander through dreams of you. Then you shattered me awake with a truth sharp as winter’s blade. Your heart never stirred, yet you painted me a lover’s lie, made me think your pulse echoed mine. And still, I’m here, chained to this heartache, searching for you through the haze of my dreams.
The fire howls wild, devouring what’s left of my heart, and I stand alone, a fool crowned in empty promises, longing still for a love that will never be.
I never thought I’d carve your name in my soul and I never thought I’d mourn the ghost of you. But now I see. Love is a phantom hymn, a dirge in the dark shadows of our minds. No one truly cradles another’s heart.