This song is too good, I couldn't stop listening.🥲🥲

(Verse 1)
Fuck, man-child…
You hit it so damn good I almost whispered “I want you” (mmm)
Crazy and carefree,
Never thinking ’bout the day to come
You said that life is worth the living,
Only when you stop fearing the risks (ahh)

(Pre-chorus)
Your poetry that spills from you (baby, yeah)
Reminds me of myself, some years ago

(Chorus)
You are a man, nothing can change that (just a man, mmm)
A man like you can’t be tamed or chained (no, no)
You’re just a man, and all I can do is stand there (just a man)
A man that burns as fierce as you…
Is a man no one can save (no one, no one…)

(Verse 2)
You take me to places I’ve never been,
Show me how the stars are breathing (stars are breathing)
Telling me how sweet life can be,
When you stop thinking ’bout tomorrow
But baby, what will happen the day you leave me? (leave me)
Tell me, baby… what will happen when you go? (ohh)

(Pre-chorus)
Self-written poet, babe (mmm)
I’ll read your books the day you’re gone

(Chorus)
You are a man, nothing can change that (just a man, baby)
A man like you can’t be tamed or chained (oh no)
You’re just a man, and all I can do is stand there (stand there…)
A man that burns as fierce as you…
Is a man no one can save (no one, no one, no one)

(Post-chorus)
Just a man (ahh), a strong man (mmm)
My man for today (today, today…)
Tomorrow never came

(Bridge)
So what am I gonna do for a while? (what am I gonna do?)
When you tell me tomorrow has come
Time to think, time to stop…
The summers, the winters (winteeeers, mmm),
The drinks, the dances (ha-ha),
All the things that blurred our vision—
They come to an end (they come to an end, baby)

(Final Chorus)
You are just a man (just a man, ohhh)
And nothing can change that (no, no, no)
You’re just a man (just a man, baby),
And all I can do is stand there (stand there, mmm)
A man that burns as fierce as you…
Is a man no one can save (save, save, save…)

(Outro)
Just a man… (mmm)
Just my man… (ahh, baby)

Man child

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Another one based on The Sopranos cuz why not

The Blood Stone

Self-Love & Radiance — “I Am the Light I See”

The first activation in the Affirmation Frequency Series opens your heart to your true radiance. This frequency reminds you that the beauty you seek already lives within. Let each word dissolve doubt and illuminate your worth from the inside out.

"Listen, breathe, and remember — you are the light you see”.

Affirmations for moments you need that extra reminder:

I am the light I see in the world.
My presence radiates love, warmth, and confidence.

I am safe to shine and be fully seen.

Eye am the light I see (v1)

Velvet Damage

In the depths of love's tangled maze. 
Deceit hides veiled from your gaze. 
Relationships fragile and scarred. 
Navigating emotions oh so hard.
When is enough truly enough?
Love's journey sometimes tough.  
Like a turbulent wild ride it seems. 
Testing hearts shattering dreams.
Nauseous the air reeks of deceit. 
Time a thief stealing truths we meet. 
A snake lurks hidden in the grass. 
Ready to strike oh how long will it last?
Oh dear Lord I beseech Your grace. 
Guide me through this treacherous space. 
Walking amidst troubles shadows cast. 
Past echoes haunting.  Present is surpassed.The rhythm of life disrupted and skewed. My steps falter my soul subdued. 
Glancing back  memories doubled they sway. Halting my progress leading me astray.But onward I tread with strength anew. Resolute resilient  my spirit grew. 
For amidst deceit love's light shall gleam. 
In the darkest of nights hope redeems.
So I rise above the webs of lies. 
With faith as my compass truth defies. 
Embracing the journey scars and all. 
Bound by love's call. I shall stand tall.

Loves Tangled Maze

I see it in your eyes before you speak,
Your mouth moves fast, your patience weak.
You mumble words and turn away,
Then act surprised I missed what you say.

You ask me “what’s wrong?” like I’m to blame,
Then glance at the clock, forget my name.
I ask again, just once—no crime,
You sigh and snap, “Forget it. Never mind.”

“Never mind,” like it costs too much breath,
Like my questions are dragging you to death.
You say you’re listening, but you never stay—
You’re already walking the other way.

You heard my voice, not the silence inside,
You nod like you know me—then say, “never mind.”
I asked for access, not your grace,
But you treat my deafness like a disgrace.

I don’t need your ears if they’re closed that tight,
I needed equity, not a fight.
Heard, but not listened to—
You’d rather talk than learn what’s true.

You speak too fast, you turn your head,
Your words blur out, your tone turns red.
I asked you slow, just once again,
You rolled your eyes like I offend.

You think I’m dumb ‘cause I asked twice,
But you never learned to say it right.
You think I’m fragile, think I’m slow—
But I hear differently, not less, you know.

I read your lips, I read the room,
I memorize what others assume.
You say I miss things, say I delay—
But I’ve been teaching myself every day.

You heard my voice, not the silence inside,
You nod like you know me—then say, “never mind.”
I asked for access, not your grace,
But you treat my deafness like a disgrace.

I don’t need your ears if they’re closed that tight,
I needed equity, not a fight.
Heard, but not listened to—
You’d rather talk than learn what’s true.

I’m not slow, I’m not lost, I’m not less—
I’m deaf, and I still deserve success.
But you write me off with every glance,
Like I’m the problem—never a chance.

You wouldn’t even face me straight,
Too bothered to accommodate.
You say you hear—but do you try?
Or do you just let my words pass by?

You heard my voice, not the silence inside,
You nod like you know me—then say, “never mind.”
But I’m not invisible, I’m not confused,
I’m not broken—I’m just refused.

So say it again, or say it slow,
Or better yet—just let me show.
Heard, but not listened to—
But one day, I’ll be louder than you.

So don’t you dare call me dumb again,
I’ve read more books than most your friends.
You heard the sound—but missed the girl.
I hear differently. I still hear the world.

Heard, But Not Listened To

You touched the cracks upon my skin
like scripture you could read,
tracing every faded wound
as if each one could intercede.
You lifted every tremor
like a psalm that wasn’t heard,
and kissed the places heaven left
without a single word.

You said, “Angel, every scar you bear
is just another kind of prayer.”
And in your voice, I felt my hurt
turn holy in the air.

You collect scars like prayers—
soft, broken souvenirs.
You hold them like confessions
that only you can hear.
You gather every wound I’ve worn,
every ache I couldn’t bear—
you collect my scars like prayers,
and call them something rare.

You traced the ghosts beneath my ribs,
said they still had songs to sing,
and every breath I offered you
felt like a sacred offering.
Your hands became my altar,
your shadow kept me still,
and every bruise you blessed in me
felt chosen by your will.

You whispered, “You’re not ruined—
you’re a gospel left undone.”
And in your arms, my broken parts
felt closer to the sun.

You collect scars like prayers—
soft, broken souvenirs.
You hold them like confessions
that only you can hear.
You gather every wound I’ve worn,
every ache I couldn’t bear—
you collect my scars like prayers,
and call them something rare.

Lay me in your mercy,
let your touch rewrite my ache.
If every scar’s a testament,
then let them never break.

“Let me keep your hurt,” you said—
“I’ll turn it into gospel.”

You collect scars like prayers,
and hold them with such care—
you make my broken holy,
you make my trembling fair.
You gather every wound I’ve worn,
every sin stripped open bare—
you collect my scars like prayers…
and call them yours to bear.

And in your shadow,
even my damage
felt divine.

Scars Like Prayers

You found me trembling at the altar,
with my grace slipping through my hands,
a quiet choir breaking softly
where my faith refused to stand.
My halo dimmed like dying sunlight,
like a psalm that lost its flame,
and you touched me with a hunger
that the heavens couldn’t name.

You watched my wings unravel slowly,
feathers falling at your feet,
and you said my ruin sounded
like a prayer you’d never meet.

You said, “Kneel, angel—
let me rewrite your scripture’s rhyme.”
Your shadow wrapped around my heartbeat
pulling heaven out of time.

I’m your little miss fallen,
your forbidden liturgy.
You turned my sins to symphony,
made holy from your touch on me.
Oh, Reaper, speak my rosary—
each syllable a prophecy.
I fall and you make destiny
out of what’s left inside of me.
Little miss fallen… your masterpiece.

You traced the fractures in my halo
like a priest anoints a grave,
turning all my shattered hallelujahs
into something you could save.
Your breath became my choir,
your hands my scripture line by line,
and every tremor in my body
felt like gospel redesigned.

You called my scars devotion,
said my trembling was divine,
and I whispered you my secrets
like commandments redesigned.

You said, “Pray, angel—
let me hear the ache you’re hiding.”
And every whispered, breaking truth
felt like salvation slowly rising.

I’m your little miss fallen,
your forbidden liturgy.
You turned my sins to symphony,
made holy from your touch on me.
Oh, Reaper, speak my rosary—
each syllable a prophecy.
I fall and you make destiny
from every ruined part of me.
Little miss fallen… your masterpiece.

Baptize me in your darkness,
let your shadow bless my bones.
Teach me how a fallen angel
learns to worship what she owns.
Your heartbeat is my chapel,
your voice my sacred creed,
your hands the revelation
that undoes what angels bleed.

You made my ruin radiant,
you crowned my sins in gold,
turned every shaken breath I took
into scripture to behold.

“Be still,” you breathed—
and the heavens lost their guard.
“Be mine,” you swore—
and even light forgot its God.
“Fear not,” you said—
“I anoint you in the shadow.”
And I rose reborn from darkness,
like a psalm the sun can’t swallow.”

I’m your little miss fallen,
your sacred blasphemy.
You rewrote my eternity,
turned damnation into ecstasy.
Oh Reaper, chant my rosary—
your voice rewrites my destiny.
I fall, you carve the rest of me
into holy, haunted poetry…
Little miss fallen—
your masterpiece.

And in the quiet, you whispered,
“I didn’t come to end you…
I came to finish you.”
And every star bowed down
as my soul said amen.

Little miss fallen…
let the sermon begin.

Little Miss Fallen

All songs are written and sung entirely by me — every word, every melody, every story comes straight from my own hands. There’s no AI involved in the creation of my music. 

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