In the still of night, I hear you call,
A soft, sweet whisper, echoes down the hall.
The moonlight dances on this empty street,
Where shadows linger, with memories bittersweet.
Every step I take, feels like I'm chasing dreams,
A heart full of yearning, or so it seems.
But I've lost my way, under the pale, bright skies,
Searching for your face, in the starry sighs.
The gravel crunches softly, beneath my restless feet,
Each sound a reminder of love's bittersweet beat.
I close my eyes, wishing you were here,
Lost in the silence, haunted by my fear.
I stand by the corner where we used to meet,
With crumbling promises, now tangled in deceit.
The bottle's half empty, just like my soul,
Trying to find the pieces that once made me whole.
In the moonlight glow, I search for your touch,
But every passing shadow reminds me too much.
The nights roll on, like waves on the shore,
Each whisper a memory, each heartbeat a war.
So I’ll wander the gravel, beneath this silver light,
With longing as my compass, through the endless night.
Though I'm lost in the echoes of a love that won’t stay,
I’ll carry your whispers, as I drift away.
With every step I take, I’ll find my own way,
Embracing the darkness, come what may.
And though I may yearn for the moments we've crossed,
In the moon’s quiet glow, I’ll remember what’s lost.
Blues
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