Echoes of the Broken Heart

In the realm of love and sorrow's reign,

I'll paint a poem with heartbreak's stain.

Where shadows cast upon a fragile heart,

And tears flow freely, tearing souls apart.

Once bloomed a love so sweet and true,

Two hearts entwined, a vibrant hue.

But storms of doubt began to brew,

And love's tender flame began to subdue.

Words, like arrows, pierced with cruel intent,

Shattering dreams that were once heaven-sent.

Promises whispered turned to bitter lies,

Leaving shattered hopes under tearful skies.

In darkness deep, where pain resides,

A broken heart with wounds that hide.

The ache within, a relentless tide,

A symphony of sorrow, where love once thrived.

Every beat, a reminder of what was lost,

A shattered mirror, a line forever crossed.

The ache lingers, a constant refrain,

A heart's lament, echoing the pain.

But amidst the tears and anguish's embrace,

A glimmer of hope, a whisper of grace.

For hearts may break, but they also mend,

And love's true essence will transcend.

From heartbreak's depths, strength will arise,

Like a phoenix soaring through the skies.

Lessons learned, scars turned to art,

A resilient spirit, a brand new start.

So let this poem be a tale of woe,

Of heartbreak's sting, of love's ebb and flow.

But know that within the ache and strife,

Love's beauty endures, beyond this life.