you said it’s nothing,
but your eyes… they never lie
silver spoons clinking in silence
truth, thin as crystal
and I? I sip on it slowly
like I’ve got time to taste every unspoken line
don’t call me soft,
just ‘cause I chose not to shatter
my words are sharp,
but shaped for dance, not for damage
every pause a performance
every sigh, a cymbal
I bend the tone ‘til it sings what I meant
not what you hoped I’d mean
mirror on the table,
and I’m talking to myself
every phrase a reflection
every beat a breath
this is jazz, not judgment
so don’t flinch,
I’m not here to cut—
just to slice it clean
glass tongue, steady hands
clear enough to sting
but your eyes… they never lie
silver spoons clinking in silence
truth, thin as crystal
and I? I sip on it slowly
like I’ve got time to taste every unspoken line
don’t call me soft,
just ‘cause I chose not to shatter
my words are sharp,
but shaped for dance, not for damage
every pause a performance
every sigh, a cymbal
I bend the tone ‘til it sings what I meant
not what you hoped I’d mean
mirror on the table,
and I’m talking to myself
every phrase a reflection
every beat a breath
this is jazz, not judgment
so don’t flinch,
I’m not here to cut—
just to slice it clean
glass tongue, steady hands
clear enough to sting