In the quiet of the night, where shadows weep,
Lies a heart broken, in silence it bleeds.
Memories of love, now distant and deep,
Are echoes of dreams, shattered like reeds.

Once vibrant and warm, now cold and forlorn,
The whispers of promises, now torn apart.
In the garden of hope, only thorns adorn,
The once blooming roses of a tender heart.

Tears fall like rain, on a desolate ground,
Each drop a reminder of love’s cruel end.
The laughter once shared, now an empty sound,
Loneliness and sorrow, the heart’s only friend.

Yet in the ashes, a flicker remains,
A glimmer of strength in the darkest night.
For even in heartbreak, hope softly sustains,
The promise of dawn, after the longest fight.