Paper Moon

[Verse 1]
I keep a little storm beneath my tongue,
It turns to ink before the day is done.
A word can open what a key can’t reach,
A poem says the things I cannot speak.

[Chorus]
Oh, let the lines run wild and true,
Make a home for what I’m going through.
If my voice breaks, let the page sing on—
A heart in words is never gone.

[Verse 2]
I fold the night into a paper moon,
Leave room for sorrow, leave room for June.
Each rhyme’s a thread I pull from deep inside,
A way to name the ache I used to hide.

[Bridge]
No crown, no stage, no grand applause—
Just breath, a pen, and honest cause.

[Outro]
I write it down; the silence bends.
The poem starts where speaking ends.