Your silence has burrowed so deep into my mind,
Calling out to you left my throat raw and dry.
After swearing we'd walk hand in hand forever,
You slipped away with someone else by your side.
I, the moth, linger in the shadows behind,
Clinging to the embers of your memories, burned and blind.
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 9:36 AM UTC
Your silence has burrowed so deep into my mind,
Calling out to you left my throat raw and dry.
After swearing we'd walk hand in hand forever,
You slipped away with someone else by your side.
I, the moth, linger in the shadows behind,
Clinging to the embers of your memories, burned and blind.
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