Your voice still lives inside my mind,
like roses blooming out of time.
We were young, we burned so bright,
first love fading into night.
Even apart, I choose you still,
through silent prayers and windowsills.
If love must leave, then let it go—
but part of me stays where you are.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 3:11 AM UTC
Your voice still lives inside my mind,
like roses blooming out of time.
We were young, we burned so bright,
first love fading into night.
Even apart, I choose you still,
through silent prayers and windowsills.
If love must leave, then let it go—
but part of me stays where you are.
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