Underneath the weight of time,
I feel the gravity pull me slow,
A whisper of a dream that’s lost,
A thread that frays, a heart that glows.
In the night, the shadows dance,
Each flicker, a memory, unravels near,
The pulse of silence loud as love,
A symphony stitched with raw veneer.
Through the sorrow, I find a way,
The ebb and flow like tides that sway,
Each heartbeat echoes what was real,
In a tangled web where scars conceal.
There’s beauty in this aching place,
Where broken thoughts find their embrace,
As fragile moments weave the tale,
Of time that fades and hearts that fail.
But beneath the sorrow’s heavy weight,
A flicker breaks the darkened state,
With every pulse, I rise anew,
The sun will shine; it’s calling you.
A journey filled with endless dreams,
Where every tear is not what it seems,
In this raw world, I find my way,
Fueled by the light of another day.
So lift your eyes and let it go,
Together we’ll chase the afterglow,
In the gravity of love’s sweet flight,
We’ll mend the shadows in the night.
For in the end, it’s clear we’ll find,
The threads of hope that love designed,
With open hearts that dare to feel,
We’ll stitch the seams, and we’ll be real.
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