Velvet Rain: Cherry Lipstick & Cigarettes ππ¬π
πThe Song I Almost Didnβt Post β Velvet Rain
I wrote Velvet Rain: Cherry Lipstick & Cigarettes on December 2, 2024, during a night that felt endless π. I had my notebook and headphones on π§, the city outside glowing like it knew every secret I was holding ποΈ. The streets were wet, the neon lights blurred ππ§, and it was one of those nights where every sound, every shadow, every passing stranger felt like part of a story I was already living inside my head π€.
This song came from an image that stuck in my mind for hours: cherry-red lips π, cigarette smoke curling into the air π¬, and the sensation of feeling both alive and haunted at the same time π». I wanted it to be cinematic, raw, and personal π¬. Every lyric is a little piece of a night I can still feel on my skin the thrill, the longing, the ache β€οΈβπ₯.
I was terrified to post this one π³. I felt like I was putting something that raw and personal online, and what if nobody got it? What if it felt too messy, too cinematic, too βmeβ? But I couldnβt hold it back. The song had to exist outside of me; otherwise, it would just linger forever, unspoken, unfinished βοΈ.
Velvet Rain: Cherry Lipstick & Cigarettes is about walking through your memories and feelings, letting yourself get lost in the streets, the night, and the moments that feel too vivid to ignore ππ«. Itβs about chasing someone whoβs both there and not, feeling every heartbeat π, every flicker of shadow π, every trace of desire π₯.
When I finally shared it, my hands were shaking π€². I was excited, terrified, nervous, and hopeful all at once β‘. I kept thinking, βIs this too much? Is this raw enough? Is this even worth posting?β And then I realized yes. This is worth it β . Every line, every βhmm,β every βla la laβ that escaped my lips while writing it πΆ, every high note I held onto it all mattered.
Now, listening back, I can remember that night in every detail: the neon, the rain π§οΈπ, the whisper of the wind through the city π¬οΈ, the weight of longing that sat heavy in my chest π. I can feel the shadows of every line, the pulse of every beat, and the truth of every lyric π€. Itβs cinematic, itβs messy, itβs intimate, and itβs everything I wanted to share πΉ.
This song is mine. Raw. Honest. Vulnerable. And I hope anyone who listens can feel even a fraction of what I felt that night the intensity, the longing, the quiet ache that only comes from being completely alive in a single, unforgettable moment ππ.
