A lone balance, tipping under silent strain,
He gives his all yet still collects the pain.
Each word he speaks feels lost before it lands,
Still reaching out with tired trembling hands.
He builds with hope what keeps falling apart,
Patching the cracks of a breaking heart.
Though love grows thin he refuses to rest,
Failing each time but still gives his best.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 3:02 PM UTC
A lone balance, tipping under silent strain,
He gives his all yet still collects the pain.
Each word he speaks feels lost before it lands,
Still reaching out with tired trembling hands.
He builds with hope what keeps falling apart,
Patching the cracks of a breaking heart.
Though love grows thin he refuses to rest,
Failing each time but still gives his best.
