In the quiet moments of the night,
When shadows whisper and stars take flight,
I hear the echoes of a shattered heart,
A symphony of sorrow, torn apart.
Memories linger, like ghosts in the mist,
Each one a reminder of what we missed,
Dreams we built on fragile sand,
Now swept away by timeâs cruel hand.
The promises that once seemed so pure,
Now lie broken, beyond any cure,
A love that burned so bright and true,
Reduced to ashes, scattered anew.
Yet in this pain, I find my strength,
To rise again, to go the length,
For though my heart is bruised and scarred,
It beats with hope, forever charred.