In the quiet corners of my restless mind,Where once your laughter danced in light,Now echoes sigh in shadows confined,Where love and hate engage in their fight.Your smile once a beacon, now a storm,In the tempest of emotions that swirl,The warmth we cherished now feels worn,As bitterness in layers unfurl.Each memory a dagger, sharp and cold,In the chambers of a heart once warm,Love’s gentle whispers turned to scold,As tender bonds transform to harm.Yet in this turmoil, a quiet plea,A hope that time will mend the seams,For love’s light, once bright, to set us free,From the tangled web of broken dreams.