In the midnight glow of a rusted moon,
I find my soul hummin’ an old, sad tune.
Fleeting chords drift like whispers on the night,
Haunting the corners where shadows feel the light.
With a shadowed heart, I walk this empty street,
Searching for solace in the rhythm of defeat.
Wrapped in a smoky haze, I call your name,
But the velvet rhythm only plays my pain.
Each note is an echo, aching and so deep,
Trembling breezes carry secrets that I keep.
Underneath the stars, where dreams forgot to go,
I chase the fading lights, but they don’t want to show.
Why’d you leave me here with this weight in my chest?
The world keeps turnin’, but I can’t find no rest.
Every fleeting moment just reminds me of the cost,
Like the rusted moon, I turned to find you lost.
Underneath the streetlights, I wait for dawn’s sweet kiss,
Hope the morning breaks this heavy-hearted bliss.
With every shiver, I feel the tunes rewind,
But the shadowed heart will always seek to find.
So let the echoes ring out, and break this weary spell,
Even in the smoky haze, I’ll rise and bid farewell.
For in the velvet rhythm, there’s still a chance to mend,
And in the rusted moonlight, I’ll find peace in the end.
Blues
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