In the corners of my mind where shadows play,
I trace the twisted paths we walked before,
With every step retracing what we’d say,
The whispers echo gently through the door.
I found your raw confessions in the dark,
Like distant fire crackling in the night.
Embers dance amidst the memories stark,
A fleeting glimpse of lost and fractured light.
But under the weight of blurred visions,
We carve our stories on the crumbling stone,
Each word a shard, a broken decision,
Fragments of a love we thought we'd own.
Time turns the chaos into something clear,
A soft reminder of who we couldn't be,
Through hollow laughter, every trace of fear,
I seek the pieces of our worn tapestry.
So gather ‘round the warmth of faded dreams,
Let ashes tell the truth we couldn't face,
In echo chambers, nothing's ever as it seems,
But in the silence, we may find our place.
And though the paths are twisted, winding tight,
I’ll walk them still, with visions fresh in mind,
From distant fires, we’ll ignite the light,
In every ending, may we love, unconfined.
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Echo chambers, twisted paths, raw confessions, distant fire, blurred visions
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Echo chambers, twisted paths, raw confessions, distant fire, blurred visions