In the library of my soul,
your name etched on every page.
A bookmark of memories,
forever lodged between love and ache.
My heart, a canvas of scars,
each one a testament to our stars.
Aligned for a fleeting glance,
now distant, leaving only trance.
In this gallery of longing,
your portrait remains,
a masterpiece of what could never be mine.
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 4:19 PM UTC
In the library of my soul,
your name etched on every page.
A bookmark of memories,
forever lodged between love and ache.
My heart, a canvas of scars,
each one a testament to our stars.
Aligned for a fleeting glance,
now distant, leaving only trance.
In this gallery of longing,
your portrait remains,
a masterpiece of what could never be mine.
