In the silent whisper of a waning moon,
Lies a heart torn by shadows of doubt,
Conflicted dreams in the night’s cocoon,
Seeking light, yet wrapped in a shroud.
The dawn breaks with promises untold,
But the echoes of yesterday still hold,
A battle within, both fierce and cold,
Stories of love, now growing old.
In every glance, a war of words unfurls,
Between the lines, a hidden world,
Hearts once united, now in swirls,
Emotions tangled and dreams swirled.
Yet hope lingers in the morning haze,
A chance to mend, to find our ways,
Through the storm, a brighter phase,
Love reborn from the conflict’s blaze.