in the whispers of a moonlit night, where shadows cast a fragile light, love, a dirge of sorrow played, in hearts once close, now torn and frayed.
it’s in the touch of ghostly hands, in the silence where the void expands, a bond once strong, now shattered, a garden of dreams long scattered.
love fades with the morning sun, in races lost, battles never won, it’s the anchor in life's storms, a place where cold despair forms.
it’s the laughter that echoes hollow, in memories that leave a shadow, a promise broken, dreams now lost, in every breath, love bears its cost.
it’s the strength in times of anguish, a refuge where hopes all vanish, a silent vow, forever untrue, a dimming light in all we do.
in every heartbeat, every sigh, in every tear we might cry, love, once bright, now void of light, guides us through an endless night.
in moments dark and deeply forlorn, where once bright love has now withdrawn, the warmth of touch fades to cold, and whispered secrets go untold.
in every corner of the mind, echoes of love’s past bind, a hollow space where joy once lay, now a haunting, endless grey.
the void within grows with time, a silent chime, a mournful rhyme, in the wake of love’s cruel end, where broken hearts can never mend.
each sunrise brings a hollow ache, a reminder of the love at stake, a phantom limb of what once was, in the shadow of love’s lost cause.
as days turn into nights so bleak, with every tear that wets the cheek, love’s memory, a painful shard, embedded deep, forever scarred.
this was hard to write