In the Shadows of Lost Love

In a room where shadows lie,

A girl sits with a mournful sigh.

Her heart, once full of love’s embrace,

Now bears the weight of empty space.

Her eyes, once bright with joyful gleam,

Now cast a glaze, a shattered dream.

The days are long, the nights are cold,

Her story of love, in silence told.

Each moment drags with sorrow’s chain,

Bound by the echoes of her pain.

A love that once lit up her skies,

Now leaves her with unanswered whys.

She walks through gardens, colors drained,

Where every bloom feels like a stain.

The world, it spins in vibrant hues,

But all she sees are shades of blues.

Her laughter, now a distant ghost,

Haunts the halls she loved the most.

Whispers of what used to be,

Cling to her with tenacity.

Each tear she sheds, a liquid shard,

A piece of heart, a love once charred.

Her spirit yearns for days of light,

But stumbles through the endless night.

Yet in the darkness, faint and far,

A glimmer shines, a distant star.

For even in her deepest grief,

Time promises a slow relief.

The wounds of love may never fade,

But strength will grow where pain has laid.

And though her heart is heavy now,

She'll find a way to heal somehow.

For in the quiet of her soul,

She’ll gather fragments, make them whole.

And one day, love will softly bloom,

Banishing the lingering gloom.