Mending cracks that never formed,
Grasping treasures never torn.
Silenced words that stayed unseen,
Lifeless eyes now softly gleam.
Yet...,
Scents of fate - a breath forsaken,
Drifting high yet left to harden,
Threads of lives left unentwined,
Dreams to nightmares, hearts confined.
. . .
Overthought yet truths still spoken,
Chasing love that stayed unbroken.
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
Mending cracks that never formed,
Grasping treasures never torn.
Silenced words that stayed unseen,
Lifeless eyes now softly gleam.
Yet...,
Scents of fate - a breath forsaken,
Drifting high yet left to harden,
Threads of lives left unentwined,
Dreams to nightmares, hearts confined.
. . .
Overthought yet truths still spoken,
Chasing love that stayed unbroken.
"Things are lost, when overprotected, under the fear of being undeserving"
#unbroken #treasure #fate #forsaken #unseen #chase
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