In the quiet corners of my heart, the lesson learned,
Echoes of truth in whispers, deeply yearned.
No matter the knowledge, the warnings seen clear,
I tread the familiar path, shackled by fear.
Raised in shadows, my life a scripted play,
Destined to repeat, no dawn of a new day.
Ignoring the signs, the red flags that wave,
In the comfort of ignorance, my solace I crave.
Fleeting moments of joy, like petals in the wind,
Grasping at love, though fleeting, a sin.
For in the darkness of my soul's lonely rue,
I cling to the memory of love, however few.
So I walk this path, burdened by my past,
In search of a love that may never last.
For in the tapestry of my life's sad song,
I hold onto love, however fleeting and long.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 4:38 AM UTC
In the quiet corners of my heart, the lesson learned,
Echoes of truth in whispers, deeply yearned.
No matter the knowledge, the warnings seen clear,
I tread the familiar path, shackled by fear.
Raised in shadows, my life a scripted play,
Destined to repeat, no dawn of a new day.
Ignoring the signs, the red flags that wave,
In the comfort of ignorance, my solace I crave.
Fleeting moments of joy, like petals in the wind,
Grasping at love, though fleeting, a sin.
For in the darkness of my soul's lonely rue,
I cling to the memory of love, however few.
So I walk this path, burdened by my past,
In search of a love that may never last.
For in the tapestry of my life's sad song,
I hold onto love, however fleeting and long.
