“Hearts in Slow Motion” — a cinematic soul-trap journey through love, loss, and the quiet fire that never dies.

Letters I’ll Never Send

Something to Pray For

Empty bottles, empty feelings Trying to find some kind of healing Empty bottles, empty nights Something missing in my life Empty bottles, drowning slow Where this going? I don't know Empty bottles all around But I still feel like I'm bound

Empty Bottles

I'm Ovulating

Step in close where the night runs warm,
Every touch hits soft like a summer storm.
Fingers glide slow, tracing every seam,
Every kiss tastes richer than a fever dream.

Moonlight spills along your shape,
Every breath pulls me into your space.
I wouldn’t mind if you held me tight—
A little bruise in the quiet night.

(Heat rising steady, caught beneath your hold)
(Bodies tangled softly, stories left untold)
(Every kiss a wildfire, every sigh a plea)
(Burn a little closer, come and melt with me)

Your hands trail sparks that glow on my skin,
Every pass reminds me where we’ve been.
Pressure builds slow in the summer air,
Pulling me deeper without a care.

You move like you’re reading every thought,
Unraveling places I never caught.
In your arms the world fades thin,
And every part of me lets you in.

Cherry kisses in the heat of July,
Every touch hits sweet, sends me high.
Cherry kisses, melting into you,
Breath on breath, nothing else I’d choose.

Cherry kisses, soft like midnight’s light,
Pull me closer, let me taste the night.

Warm lips press down, slow and sure,
Your rhythm steady, pulling me pure.
Shallow breaths mix where our bodies meet,
Moving in time to a fevered beat.

You leave your mark with a gentle bite,
Tracing the spine that arches in delight.
Cherry heat dripping down my frame—
Every touch whispers out my name.

(Heat rising steady, caught beneath your hold)
(Bodies tangled softly, stories left untold)
(Every kiss a wildfire, every sigh a plea)
(Burn a little closer, come and melt with me)

Cherry kisses in the heat of July,
Every touch hits sweet, sends me high.
Cherry kisses, melting into you,
Breath on breath, nothing else I’d do.

Cherry kisses, soft like midnight’s light,
Pull me closer, set the world alight.

Hands exploring every hidden line,
Tracing heat where our bodies align.
Warmth pools low where your rhythm lands,
Sparks fly quick under roaming hands.

Pull me deeper, don’t let go—
Every second builds the undertow.
Whisper once, and I comply—
Take me back to July.

Cherry kisses in the heat of July,
Every touch wraps tight, pulls me sky-high.
Cherry kisses, nothing left to hide,
Lose me in the warmth on the summer side.

Cherry kisses, slow and deep—
This is the memory I’ll always keep.

Cherry kisses…
Heat runs wild.
Only you.
Every breath…
Every night…
July, ours.

Cherry Kisses in July

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“Don’t Tear Me Apart” is a dark, intimate Pop R&B project about love that scares you as much as it saves you. Eight tracks exploring heartbreak, temptation, panic, and connection in dim rooms and quiet moments.

Don’t Tear Me Apart

A narrative song that begins with an existential question at birth and becomes a testimony to the harshness of poverty. It describes the loss of innocence, witnessing a father’s struggle, and a society obsessed with appearances, then shifts to a determined decision to keep going despite the pain. A small spark of hope appears at the end, with a desire to build a dignified future for the family.

A Shadow That Won’t Die

Some songs aren’t written…
they’re remembered from the places life broke you open.
This song lives close to my ribs.
It was born from the places where love and loss intertwine
and where waiting becomes its own kind of prayer.

If you’ve ever carried a quiet ache,
if you’ve ever waited for healing,
or loved someone 
this is your space too.

This is to all those waiting on a love that reflects their own.
For the ones grieving someone they never got to keep, who now lives only in memory 
and for the ones holding on to a blessing they can feel
but can’t see yet.
o anyone this touches…
I hope you feel a little less alone
Some bonds don’t break.
Some loves never leave.
And you don’t wait alone.

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