In the corner of this empty room,
Where shadows dance and secrets loom,
Loneliness creeps like a whispered sigh,
Underneath the twilight sky.
I take a sip of worn-out dreams,
A whiskey glass, it softly gleams,
With every drop, I feel the weight,
Of silent nights and heartache’s fate.
The clock ticks slow, time drags along,
As I hum to the blues of a faded song,
Outside the window, the world turns gray,
And I moan for the love that slipped away.
Fading echoes of laughter once shared,
Now just memories, scattered and bare,
I chase the shadows, but they slip away,
Leaving me lost in this dusky play.
The streetlights flicker like a candle’s glow,
In the depths of solitude, I reap what I sow,
Each lonely sip makes the darkness sing,
And I drown my sorrows in the pain it brings.
But as the night grips tight with its hold,
I’ll find the strength in stories untold,
For every moan is a tale that’s spun,
A testament born when the day is done.
So here’s to the whiskey, the dusk, and the blues,
To the heart that loves, to the heart that loses,
As the night whispers softly, I’ll learn to trust,
That even in fading, there’s a spark of us.
Blues
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