I gave you my heart but it slipped through your hands
Fell to the ground like a house made of sand
Now I’m picking up pieces in the cold moonlight
Wondering if love was ever so right
I hear the echoes of promises made
Carved into stone but the lines start to fade
The ink on our story now runs in the rain
Love once vibrant now wrapped in this pain
Shattered pieces lying on the floor
You walked away and closed the door
Every shard a memory once so divine
Now just reflections of a love that’s not mine
I tried to fix it with threads of gold
But the cracks reveal tales untold
I reach for a past that has slipped away
While the morning breaks on another grey day
The stars above
They mock my grief
A love once whole now a stolen thief
But I’ll stand tall
Rebuild my ground
Even if your voice still lingers around
Shattered pieces lying on the floor
You walked away and closed the door
Every shard a memory once so divine
Now just reflections of a love that’s not mine
About the Creator
Ali Waqar
Through general writing and verse, I try to capture moments that move us, challenge us, or just make us pause. Whether it’s a whispered thought or a storm of emotion, I believe every feeling deserves a voice.
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