My tears fall with gravity’s pull,
down they collect,
drowning the ocean in my regrets.
Without a sound to every step I’ve made,
clouds pass while days fade,
solemn thoughts are mine alone,
words that make my heart yearn.
Lonely isn’t just a word
it lingers in the hollow between heartbeats
when February speaks of love.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 7:33 AM UTC
My tears fall with gravity’s pull,
down they collect,
drowning the ocean in my regrets.
Without a sound to every step I’ve made,
clouds pass while days fade,
solemn thoughts are mine alone,
words that make my heart yearn.
Lonely isn’t just a word
it lingers in the hollow between heartbeats
when February speaks of love.
A short thought
