In the quiet of the night, shadows softly creep,
Whispers of forgotten dreams that haunt my sleep.
A heart once whole, now shattered and torn,
In silent screams, I mourn what was born.

The gentle touch of memories past,
Echoes in the void, shadows cast.
With every tear, a story unfolds,
Of love once warm, now bitterly cold.

Beneath the stars, where hopes once soared,
Now lies a silence, deeply adored.
In the solitude of the aching soul,
Fragments of longing, beyond control.

Yet, in the hurt, a lesson lies,
To rise from pain, with open eyes.
For in the broken, beauty may bloom,
A heart reborn from the depths of gloom.