You wore the sky like a velvet dress,

Spoke in shades I couldn’t guess.

Your hands like winter over fire,

Touching slow, but never higher.

We danced where silence used to live,

I gave it all — what did you give?

You’re a hollow bloom, so bright, so dead,

A ghost in gold, a rose in lead.

Beauty built on phantom ground,

No heartbeat in that perfect sound.

I held you close, but felt the room…

You’re nothing more than a hollow bloom.

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You traced my name on mirror steam,

But left no mark in any dream.

A whispered love, rehearsed, refined —

But every line was misaligned.

Your petals soft, your eyes a stage,

You bloom, then fade — no age, no rage.

You’re a hollow bloom, dressed up in grace,

A work of art with no embrace.

Fragrance sweet, but void beneath,

A crown of thorns, no soul beneath.

I reached for truth — just lost perfume…

You’re nothing more than a hollow bloom.

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[Bridge] (instrumental or whispered/spoken)

You never wilted…

Because you were never real.

Just silk and smoke,

And something I wanted to feel.

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[Final Chorus] (soft, fading)

Hollow bloom, I know you now,

You’re flawless pain, I disavow.

The scent still haunts the empty room…

But you’re long gone,

Just a hollow bloom.