Candy

The city breathes a velvet hum beyond this window pane

Another evening draped in silk, shielding me from the rain.

These gilded walls, they softly chime with tales of comfort bought

A fragile peace, a life designed, precisely how it ought.

He calls me "darling," with a gaze that measures every cost

A silent, shimmering agreement, where my former self is lost.

It’s a jazz-club haze at midnight, a slow, melancholic hum

Dancing with a ghost of comfort, till the morning gently comes.

This golden silence, it weighs heavier than any whispered plea

Reflected in these watchful, ever-solemn, distant eyes of me.

The morning coffee, black and deep, fills the spacious air

Another diamond glinting, for the heart I cannot share.

He speaks of futures, painted bright, with promises so grand

While faded dreams, like forgotten tunes, slip slowly through my hand.

Sometimes I wonder, in the shadows, what I truly seek

Beyond this comfortable illusion, week after quiet week.

It’s a jazz-club haze at midnight, a slow, melancholic hum

Dancing with a ghost of comfort, till the morning gently comes.

Just a gilded cage, where freedom wears a polished, golden key.