In the silence of the night, regrets whisper loud,
Words once spoken now form a heavy shroud.
The tears we shed, a river of sorrow,
For the pain inflicted, there’s no brighter morrow.

Love, once a haven, now a battlefield,
Hearts wounded with wounds that time won’t heal.
Apologies fall like rain, yet the scars remain,
An endless cycle of hurt and shame.

We dance around the broken pieces of our trust,
Trying to mend what was shattered by a moment’s gust.
The echoes of our love, now filled with strife,
A delicate balance of love and life.

In the end, we are but fragile beings,
Bound by love, yet torn by feelings.
May we find a way to heal and grow,
And let true love’s gentle light always show.