In the quiet dawn of a broken heart, Whispers of hope begin to start. Shadows fade as light breaks through,…
In the midnight hour, shadows creep, A silent whisper, a promise to keep. The lure of escape, a fleeting dream,…
In the depths of a shattered past, I tread, Where shadows of pain and sorrow spread. Yet, through the darkness,…
In the quiet of the night, I feel the sting, The shadows whisper tales of sorrow’s ring. Each tear a…
In the dim light of the midnight hour, The bottle whispers secrets sour, Promises of warmth, of fleeting power, Only…
In the bustling market of life we stand, Choices aplenty, each with its own hand. A wise consumer, with discerning…