Breakup'
"A Light that Guides me, Through the Heartache's Shrines"
Your smile, a fleeting memory now
A bittersweet reminder of what we had somehow
Lost in the whispers of what could have been
Our love, a distant melody, no longer serene
In the silence, I hear your name
A haunting echo, a heart that's still in flames
The shadows of our past, they linger near
A bittersweet reminder, of the love we once held dear
Our paths, once intertwined, now lay apart
A chasm of heartache, a heavy heart
The memories we made, now taunt and tease
A bittersweet reminder, of what we've lost, what we'll never seize
Yet, in the darkness, a glimmer shines
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Isra Saleem
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A breakup is the most difficult thing ever. Loved your poem