In the twilight where shadows fall,
I hear the echoes of a fading call,
Fragments flying in the restless wind,
Torn apart where the chaos begins.
With every heartbeat, I feel the shake,
A tremor running through, a chance to break,
The silence heavy, a gaping void,
In the ruins of the life we once enjoyed.
We danced on fire, igniting the night,
But sparks turn to ashes, lost in the fight,
Shattered pieces of all we believed,
In the wreckage, only ghosts are conceived.
Chasing the echoes of a love once bright,
Through the dark corridors, searching for light,
The memories linger, but slip through my hands,
Like sand in the hourglass, scattered like plans.
We tried to mend what was never whole,
A fragile tapestry, it took its toll,
But every whisper that haunts the air,
Is a testament to the love we dared to share.
So I’ll raise a glass to the times gone by,
To the moments we cherished, the reasons to cry,
And though the fire may flicker and fade,
In the wreckage of our dreams, a foundation laid.
As the dawn breaks, I’ll stand my ground,
In the remnants of hope, I will be found,
For each shatter, each tremor, the lessons ignite,
From the wreckage rises strength, to face the light.
And in the silence, I know, I’ll be free,
From the void of the past, it’s just you and me.
A journey not over, just one more ascent,
In the wreckage of our dreams, I find my content.
Rock
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