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6d
The page is blank, the pen is dry,
A silent ache, I can't deny.
My muse has flown, a distant star,
And left me lost, so very far.

You were the spark, the vibrant flame,
That whispered words, and called my name.
Now echoes fade, and shadows creep,
A lonely vigil, I must keep.

I built the walls, I turned away,
And chased the light of brighter day.
But foolish pride, a bitter cost,
My precious muse, forever lost.

The songs unsung, the stories still,
A hollow space, my heart to fill.
I search in vain, for your return,
A lesson learned, a painful burn.

The blame is mine, I understand,
I broke the bond, I held your hand,
Then let it go, a cruel release,
And now I'm left, with only peace,
A hollow peace, devoid of ease.
Written by
Tani  19/M/Philippines
(19/M/Philippines)   
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