In shadows deep where silence weeps,
A love once strong now broken sleeps.
The whispered vows, the tender touch,
Now haunt my heart, a ghostly clutch.
The stars we wished on, dimmed their light,
Our dreams turned dark, lost in the night.
A shattered heart, a tear-streaked face,
In love’s cruel game, we lost our place.
The laughter fades, replaced by sighs,
A love that lived in whispered lies.
Our story ends in tattered lines,
A broken heart, love’s cruel designs.
In memories’ grasp, I find my pain,
A love once pure, now leaves a stain.
Yet in this wreck, I’ll find my way,
For broken hearts will heal someday.
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layali mumtaz
46 year old woman
enjoys reading and writing poetry
Alone is good but together is much better
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