In the quiet corners of our home,
Where shadows linger, ghosts of words unsaid,
We tread on eggshells, hearts of stone,
A love once vibrant, now cold and dead.

Your eyes a storm, your voice a gale,
With every clash, our walls grew high,
The tender moments, now a fragile tale,
Lost in the void of your sigh.

The mirror reflects our distant stares,
Two souls adrift in a sea of pain,
A bond once cherished, now threadbare,
Struggling to find sunshine in the rain.

Can time mend what’s torn and frayed?
Or are we destined to be apart?
A mother’s love, a daughter’s dismay,
Searching for a soft place to restart.