In the shards of a shattered dream,
A heart once full, now emptied seems.
The echoes of love's sweet, tender touch,
Lingering whispers, "It's not too much."
Memories dance, a bittersweet refrain,
Tearing at wounds that won't regain.
Yet in this pain, a glimmer shows,
A chance to heal, to let love grow.
Broken hearts don't shatter souls,
They're vessels, cracked, yet made to hold.
The lessons learned, the love that's given,
Will mend this heart, and a new path's woven.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 7:03 AM UTC
In the shards of a shattered dream,
A heart once full, now emptied seems.
The echoes of love's sweet, tender touch,
Lingering whispers, "It's not too much."
Memories dance, a bittersweet refrain,
Tearing at wounds that won't regain.
Yet in this pain, a glimmer shows,
A chance to heal, to let love grow.
Broken hearts don't shatter souls,
They're vessels, cracked, yet made to hold.
The lessons learned, the love that's given,
Will mend this heart, and a new path's woven.
