In the quiet of a restless room,
Shadows dance where the light finds gloom,
Echoes of laughter, now distant and thin,
Fragments scattered, where do I begin?
The pulse of the city fades into night,
Whispers of secrets in the pale moonlight,
Nocturnal hearts beating out of sync,
Tracing the edges of thoughts that blink.
Your voice, a melody wrapped in the air,
Cracks in the silence, so hard to bear,
Every smile, a fracture, shining so bright,
Reflecting stories that vanish from sight.
In glassy illusions, we wander and roam,
Searching for solace, but yearning for home,
Each step feels heavier, this weight I can't shake,
Living for moments that shimmer and break.
Wrap me in shadows, let the night unfold,
Hold onto dreams, worth more than gold,
Through the broken pieces, we’ll find our way,
A tapestry woven from night into day.
So let’s gather the shards, make something new,
In the heart of the silence, I’ll cherish you,
For in every fracture, there’s beauty to see,
A pulse of the night—a dance you and me.
As dawn approaches, and stars fade to gray,
We’ll cradle the echoes of love in the fray,
These shards of midnight, forever will last,
A testament written in memories cast.
Indie
Glass, fractures, restless, pulse, nocturnal