In the quiet of the night, where shadows dance and play,
My heart whispers tales of sorrow, hidden from the day.
Fragments of dreams, scattered on the floor,
Each piece a reminder of a love that is no more.
Beneath the surface, where no light dares to tread,
Lies a world of pain, in the corners of my head.
Echoes of laughter, now distant, faint,
Painting memories with a melancholic taint.
Once a vibrant canvas, now marred by tears,
The colors of joy faded through the years.
Every smile, a mask, every laugh, a lie,
Concealing the turmoil that dwells inside.
Yet amidst the ruins, a flicker of hope,
A silent promise, a way to cope.
For even broken, thereâs beauty to find,
In the shattered pieces of a resilient mind.