In the quiet hours of the night,When shadows stretch across the floor,I hear the whispers of a shattered heart,Recounting tales of love and loss once more.The moon, a silent witness in the sky,Watches over the fragments left behind,Each piece a memory, a sigh,Of promises broken and trust confined.The stars, once a guide for lovers true,Now flicker with the weight of deceit,Their light dimmed by the tears that grew,In the garden where betrayal and heartbreak meet.Yet even in this darkness, hope persists,A fragile flame that dares to rise,For even shattered hearts can mend and twist,Into new shapes beneath forgiving skies.