Story Smithing

Yeah…

It’s not always about breakin’ in.

Sometimes it’s about waitin’…

Learnin’ how the door opens.

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I ain’t here to kick the door down, I just read the frame,

I see the deadbolt pride, and the rusted pain.

She talk smooth but I feel the strain,

Smiles scripted like she’s actin’ in someone else’s name.

I don’t chase the easy types, that’s a hollow route,

I seen diamonds buried under what they cry about.

So I wait where most won’t sit,

Tappin’ rhythms on a lock that ain’t clicked in a bit.

Got keys made of truth, I ain’t playin’ games,

I move quiet like whispers over windowpanes.

She say, “I’m fine,” I ain’t buyin’ that script,

I hear the quiver in her laugh when she try to resist.

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🔑 I’m the locksmith, yeah, I don’t force the turn,

Every scar on your soul is a place I learn.

I don’t steal, I earn, I don’t take, I build—

And I’ll wait ‘til the silence says “You’re real.”

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Most dudes want access, I want the blueprint,

The journal she wrote in back when love made no sense.

I ain’t scared of the chaos you got inside,

Truth is, I been to war with my own pride.

You ever love someone so guarded it hurts?

Like they tryna smile but forget they worth?

I been there too, I know the armor we wear,

When pain taught us love only shows then disappears.

But I don’t flinch when the walls rise up,

I study the code, I adjust my touch.

You ain’t cold, you just tired of fire,

That burned you before—now you fear desire.

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🔑 I’m the locksmith, girl, not the thief in the dark,

I don’t want your body ‘fore I study your heart.

No fast love, nah, I move with grace—

I just wanna see the real behind that face.

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It’s funny…

How we lock doors from the ones that care the most,

Then open ’em wide for ghosts.

But I ain’t a ghost, I’m the one that stays—

Even when the shine fades and the world don’t praise.

I’m the one who knocks with respect, not demand,

And waits ’til you reach… for my hand.

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So when you’re ready, I’ll be here—still,

With that same quiet voice and a heart that’s real.

Not perfect, nah, I’m cracked too,

But I know love don’t knock—it comes through.

I ain’t lookin’ for a queen just to boost my name,

I want a woman who’s learned how to hold her flame.

And if she need a minute to believe again,

Then I’ll be the time she needs… not just a man.

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Yeah…

I’m the locksmith.

And if love’s a door…

I got all night.