A whispered hope, a silent plea,
That hearts entwined would always be.
I gave my all, a boundless stream,
Of love and care, a vibrant dream.
Through darkest nights, I held the light,
A guiding star, both pure and bright.
My presence felt, a gentle hand,
To soothe the wounds, across the land.
Yet when my own heart cried in pain,
A hollow echo, a soft refrain.
No helping hand, no listening ear,
Just empty silence, filled with fear.
The warmth I shared, a fading ember,
Replaced by shadows, cold and somber.
A fleeting moment, quickly gone,
A forgotten face, a whispered dawn.
I search for answers, lost and frail,
Why did my love so quickly fail?
A question lingers, deep inside,
Was I ever truly seen, or just cast aside?
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 5:57 AM UTC
A whispered hope, a silent plea,
That hearts entwined would always be.
I gave my all, a boundless stream,
Of love and care, a vibrant dream.
Through darkest nights, I held the light,
A guiding star, both pure and bright.
My presence felt, a gentle hand,
To soothe the wounds, across the land.
Yet when my own heart cried in pain,
A hollow echo, a soft refrain.
No helping hand, no listening ear,
Just empty silence, filled with fear.
The warmth I shared, a fading ember,
Replaced by shadows, cold and somber.
A fleeting moment, quickly gone,
A forgotten face, a whispered dawn.
I search for answers, lost and frail,
Why did my love so quickly fail?
A question lingers, deep inside,
Was I ever truly seen, or just cast aside?
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