Promises, like ashes, scattered and cold,
Whispered hopes, left untold.
The warmth they offered, a fleeting flame,
Consumed by silence, etched in our name.
Fingertips trace where laughter once bloomed,
Now barren ground, echoes consumed.
Empty spaces where dreams used to fly,
Haunt a heart painted a melancholic sky.
The wind whispers secrets, a mournful sigh,
Carrying remnants of a love gone by.
But like embers, a hidden spark may reside,
Waiting for a touch, to rekindle the tide.
Will they rise again, those sparks unseen?
Or drift away, lost in what has been?
Only time will tell, in its whispered rhyme,
If love's embers can dance through the test of time.
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a broken heart
I write poems to express my feelings since 2020... and now I'm going to start posting them! Love you all :)
Comments (1)
This was so profound and thought provoking! Loved your poem!