In shattered frames we find our truth,
Reflections bend, distorting youth.
Through the cracks, I see your face,
A ghostly map of a forgotten place.
Static noise fills the empty room,
Whispers echo in the gathering gloom.
Fading lines of our last embrace,
Memory lingers, dreams interlace.
Electric whispers on the edge of sound,
Fading footsteps, we were lost then found.
Hollow nights where shadows dance,
Caught in moments, a fleeting chance.
In the silence where we used to play,
Time unravels, it slips away.
Broken mirrors scattered on the floor,
Fragments of us, can’t ignore.
Waves of color bleed through the haze,
Staring hard into this endless maze.
Heartbeats fading like flickering light,
We’re fragments searching through the night.
Every echo of your name a song,
A lullaby where we still belong.
Electric whispers, they start to fade,
But in this silence, we were remade.
So let the static drift into the past,
These hollow nights, they can’t last.
In broken mirrors, we find a way,
To stitch together the words we don’t say.
As the dawn breaks, one final breath,
In the glow of light, we’ll find our rest.
With every whisper of the life we sought,
We’ll find the peace that love once taught.
Alternative
Broken mirrors, static noise, fading lines, electric whispers, hollow nights
Alternative
Broken mirrors, static noise, fading lines, electric whispers, hollow nights