In the quiet of our shared space,
Words rise, unbidden, like stormy waves,
Caught in the dance of discord’s grace,
Echoing in the chambers we’d once saved.
Our hearts, once tethered in gentle rhyme,
Now clash like cymbals in a symphony’s fall,
Arguing over love’s spent time,
Yet yearning for peace amidst it all.
In fierce exchanges, truth finds its way,
Cutting through the fog of prideful cries,
Revealing hopes that silently fray,
Yet bind the love that never dies.
And in the aftermath of spoken fears,
When silence settles like calming rain,
We find our hearts still persevere,
Seeking harmony beyond the pain.