Fading love
"Fading Love" is a poignant and emotional free verse poem that explores the painful experience of watching a once-strong love slowly crumble away.
I thought our love was built to last
But now I see it fading fast
The promises we made in the past
Are now nothing but shattered glass
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The love we shared, so pure and true
Has turned into something we both rue
The pain inside me, it never flew
As memories of us continue to brew
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I miss the way you held me tight
And whispered sweet nothings in the night
But now my heart is filled with fright
As I realize our love has taken flight
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The tears I shed, they won't subside
As I keep reliving the times we tried
To save our love, to keep it alive
But now all that's left is the goodbye
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I know it's time to move on
But the love we had is not gone
It lingers on and on and on
A bittersweet reminder of what once shone.
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