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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Honesty is Strange

No secrets rest between us two,  
No tales to twist, no lies to skew.  
In stolen time, in quiet nights,  
Truth flickers under dim-lit lights.  

She tells me all—no shame, no guise,  
No need for soft, well-practiced lies.  
Her love for him, her doubts, her schemes,  
Her whispered hopes, her shattered dreams.  

And I, no better, play my role,  
No claim upon her heart or soul.  
Just two thieves in a stolen dance,  
Bound by truth, not by romance.  

For honesty is strange, you see,  
When love is lost in secrecy.  
What’s his stays his, what’s mine stays mine,  
Yet here, no walls, no need to blind.  

A twisted trust, a bond so true,  
She tells me things he never knew.  
For when you steal, when you deceive,  
You trust the one who dares to thieve.

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