In the whisper of the night, where shadows dwell,
I trace the lines of a story that the stars could tell.
Every brushstroke, splattered dreams in vibrant hues,
Captured moments in the wild, a dance between me and you.
You were the spark in a world so cold,
An essence that lingers, a tale to be told.
Every laugh, every tear, painted with grace,
On this canvas of memories, I find your embrace.
Skies of indigo, the twilight's soft glow,
Reflect the colors of the love we used to know.
We wandered through fields, where wildflowers bloom,
In that endless summer, I felt we had room.
Seasons change, but the heart stays true,
With every heartbeat, I'm still lost in you.
The echoes of laughter, like music, they play,
In the distance of time, I wish you would stay.
In the silence of twilight, under paper-thin skies,
I'll capture your spirit, through these artist's eyes.
Each memory a brushstroke, gentle yet bold,
In the gallery of life, where our stories unfold.
With every sunset, we fade into dreams,
Yet the essence remains, stitched into our seams.
Though the wild may forget, and the years may divide,
In the heart's hidden chambers, our love will abide.
So let’s paint the horizon, with every bright scar,
For the memories we cherish will carry us far.
In the wild canvas of life, stitched with heart's thread,
We'll etch out our story, where we once dreamt, and bled.
So here in this silence, as night turns to dawn,
I find peace in the echoes, in the love that we've drawn.
And as the colors fade into the morning light,
I'll hold onto the canvas, where you still shine bright.
Indie
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