In the quiet corners where whispers dwell,
Lies a heart aching, in a silent spell.
Each beat a murmur, a soft lament,
Wrapped in shadows, a sorrowful event.

The moonlight dances on tear-streaked cheeks,
Where love once flourished, now only silence speaks.
Memories linger like ghosts in the night,
Haunting the soul with their spectral light.

The world spins on, indifferent and cold,
Yet within, a storm brews, uncontrolled.
Yearning for solace, in the gentle embrace,
Of forgotten dreams in a timeless space.

Hope flickers like a distant star,
Guiding the heart, though wounded and scarred.
For even in darkness, a dawn must break,
And heal the echoes of a heart’s heartache.