Whispers of the Forgotten Heart

In the depths of sorrow's embrace,

Lies a tale of a heart's desolate space.

Whispers of the forgotten, hauntingly serene,

A symphony of sadness, profound and unseen.

Once bloomed a love, vibrant and true,

Now withered and faded, in shades of blue.

Memories, like ghosts, drift in the night,

Lost in the labyrinth of time's cruel flight.

Silent tears cascade in the dark,

Echoing the ache of a shattered spark.

Promises shattered, dreams torn apart,

Leaving fragments of a wounded heart.

A melody lingers, melancholy and low,

Mourning the love that was forced to let go.

The moon weeps along with the broken souls,

As the night sky mourns their shattered roles.

Oh, the bittersweet embrace of sorrow's art,

As whispers of the forgotten heart depart.

A symphony of sadness, aching to be heard,

A tale of lost love, in every whispered word.