In the smoky twilight, where the shadows play,
A heart full of sorrow begins to drift away.
With rusted strings weeping, and weary tones in bloom,
The dusky moon rises, casting light on gloom.
The aching shadows whisper, secrets that they hold,
Wrapped in a velvet breeze, where the stories unfold.
Each drop of somber rain falls like a lover's sigh,
Painting tears of memory, as the night drifts by.
We walked through the silence, on that worn-out road,
With laughter like a melody, now a heavy load.
The echoes of our promise linger in the dark,
All that's left are dreams, now just a fleeting spark.
Underneath the heavens where the stars have lost their way,
I search for your reflection in the fading light of day.
With every note I'm playing, I chase the shadows near,
Hoping they'll remember the laughter we once shared.
The blues wrap around me, like a blanket torn and frayed,
In the smoky twilight, where the memories cascade.
As the night keeps on falling, I’ll hold you in my song,
In the rhythm of the heart, where the weary souls belong.
So let the smoky twilight guide you through the haze,
And in the dusky moonlight, we'll dance in gentle rays.
With a sigh, I'll release you, as I let the music fade,
In the velvet breeze of midnight, our love will never jade.
Blues
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