Where a broken heart can abide
In the quiet aftermath, where whispers of love once danced, A silence now stretches, vast and deep, a chasm unbridged by chance. The heart, a fragile vessel, once brimming with crimson delight, Lies fractured, its pieces adrift, scattered by sorrow's blight. Gone are the days of laughter, where joy bloomed without end, Replaced by echoes of what was, memories that twist and bend. The soul, a canvas once vibrant, now painted in shades of grey, Mourns the colors of a love lost, as dusk swallows the day. Through the veil of tears, the world blurs, a mirage of the past, Where every heartbeat aches for a time that could not last. The spirit, a bird with clipped wings, yearns for the freedom to soar, Trapped in the cage of longing, behind love's closed door. In the stillness of the night, the stars whisper tales of old, Of love that burned bright and true, now a story left untold. The mind, a keeper of secrets, guards the remnants of a flame, That once lit the path of two souls, n...
