In the silence of the midnight hour,
A heart breaks softly, like a fragile flower.
Echoes of dreams, now lost in time,
Whispering sorrows in a wordless rhyme.

The shadows dance in the pale moonlight,
Reflecting fragments of a soul’s plight.
Once whole and vibrant, now torn apart,
Each piece a testament to a broken heart.

Tears fall gently, like autumn rain,
Washing away the remnants of pain.
Yet the scars remain, deep and true,
Marking the journey one must pursue.

Through the darkness, a glimmer of hope,
A promise that helps the spirit cope.
For even in the midst of broken dreams,
The heart finds strength in its silent screams.