Not tonight, her voice is still,
The moment fades, against her will.
A fragile love, a fraying thread,
Held together by words unsaid.
She cut her hair, a quiet dare,
Two years gone by, but does he care?
Tonight she’ll speak, she’s made her plan,
To break the ties, to take her stand.
He sees the change, her shorter style,
And hides the truth beneath a smile.
He says, "It suits you," voice so kind,
But reads the message in her mind.
A love that falters, on the edge,
A fragile bond, a breaking pledge.
The words she holds are sharp and true,
But fear delays what she must do.
Not tonight, her voice is still,
The moment fades, against her will.
A fragile love, a fraying thread,
Held together by words unsaid.
He steers the night, avoids her gaze,
With laughter bright, a playful haze.
A joke, a grin, he masks the fear,
Pretending that she’ll keep him near.
Her silence grows, the weight she bears,
The end is near, it’s in her stares.
But as they walk, the city glows,
The space between them softly grows.
Not tonight, her voice is still,
The moment fades, against her will.
A fragile love, a fraying thread,
Held together by words unsaid.
On the way back home, her steps are slow,
The words she kept, they fail to show.
He dreams aloud, his voice sincere,
And she decides to keep him here.