I met you once, - like stars in flight,
your spark that turned - my dark to light.
Your laughter, soft, - a gentle breeze,
whispered promises - of endless ease.
But somewhere in - the pages turned,
The warmth we shared - began to burn.
The spark we had, - it dimmed, it waned,
And in its wake, - I turned insane.
You walked away, - your heart untied,
As if the thing - we shared had died.
I held on tight - to what we were,
gone - before I could be sure .
Now here I stand, - with shadows cast,
Things that could’ve - but didn’t last.
I’ll cherish you, - though you’re not mine,
A passing phase, - a distant time.
The truth, though bitter, - cuts so deep,
no promises - we didn’t keep.
Yet in the silence, - I still know,
You were a gift, - a dying glow.
Goodbye, my dear, - I set you free,
your ghost still lingers - inside me.
Though you may go, - and I remain,
My love’s a ghost - I can't reframe.
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 10:03 PM UTC
I met you once, - like stars in flight,
your spark that turned - my dark to light.
Your laughter, soft, - a gentle breeze,
whispered promises - of endless ease.
But somewhere in - the pages turned,
The warmth we shared - began to burn.
The spark we had, - it dimmed, it waned,
And in its wake, - I turned insane.
You walked away, - your heart untied,
As if the thing - we shared had died.
I held on tight - to what we were,
gone - before I could be sure .
Now here I stand, - with shadows cast,
Things that could’ve - but didn’t last.
I’ll cherish you, - though you’re not mine,
A passing phase, - a distant time.
The truth, though bitter, - cuts so deep,
no promises - we didn’t keep.
Yet in the silence, - I still know,
You were a gift, - a dying glow.
Goodbye, my dear, - I set you free,
your ghost still lingers - inside me.
Though you may go, - and I remain,
My love’s a ghost - I can't reframe.
Just a 16 year old kid putting words to feelings. First time trying out a metrum. Kinda proud of this one.