In the quiet of the night, where whispers fade,
Lies the echo of a heart, silently frayed.
Beneath the stars that watch and weep,
My soul endures, in silence deep.
The memories linger, like shadows long,
Painting a picture of where I belong.
In the corners of dreams, where solace is sought,
Lies a love once cherished, now left to rot.
The gentle touch of time cannot erase,
The scars that tell of a love misplaced.
In every tear that falls, a story is told,
Of dreams once bright, now grown cold.
Yet in the silence, a strength is found,
To rise again, from the battleground.
For even in the deepest pain’s embrace,
A heart can heal, and find its grace.