My Storm Against Sugar Rain

I am a masterpiece ,flawed but good
Every part of me beats real and bold.

I don’t pretend, I won’t perform,
My silence can be louder than the norm.

When I love, it’s not for show
It’s roots that dig, not winds that blow.

I’ve seen sweet lies wear honest skin,
Felt cold smiles dressed up in grin.

But I don’t bend for polished games,
Or chase affection wrapped in names.

What moves me most is quiet grace,
The kind that truth cannot replace.

So don’t approach with hollow fire,
I burn for hearts that don’t expire.

Bring me storms, not sugar rain
Real love endures, it dares the pain.

I’d rather stand alone and true,
Than dance with ghosts who never knew.