Darling it took 2 years and 3 months
We've reached a complacency, where love's embers faded,
Your presence a ghost in our desolate charade.
There are no words, through empty glances we sway around eachother but never towards.
It's been a while where passion's colours grayed,
In echoes of silence, my heart yearned to speak,
But no more.
I'm held captive by routine
My soul's silent plea
In this stagnant realm of marriage
Longing to be free
I crave the warmth of a sun that once shone bright,
Yet in this dim cocoon, we faltered, lost the light.
My heart, a garden left untended,
Love's petals withered, desires suspended
No hopes to flourish
Feb 21, 2024
Feb 21, 2024 at 12:15 PM UTC
Darling it took 2 years and 3 months
We've reached a complacency, where love's embers faded,
Your presence a ghost in our desolate charade.
There are no words, through empty glances we sway around eachother but never towards.
It's been a while where passion's colours grayed,
In echoes of silence, my heart yearned to speak,
But no more.
I'm held captive by routine
My soul's silent plea
In this stagnant realm of marriage
Longing to be free
I crave the warmth of a sun that once shone bright,
Yet in this dim cocoon, we faltered, lost the light.
My heart, a garden left untended,
Love's petals withered, desires suspended
No hopes to flourish
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