Like an aching rhythm, slow and unkind,
Under a smoky moon, where the night draws near,
Velvet shadows whisper secrets I fear.
The blues in the breeze, they call out my name,
In the somber echoes, it’s always the same,
With dusky chords strumming the heart’s weary song,
The fleeting glow fades, yet I linger on.
The streets are empty, just a flickering light,
Where memories dance in the depths of the night,
Every note that I play, it tugs at my soul,
In this rusted hum, I am losing control.
I saw your reflection in that window pane,
A ghost on the surface of my lingering pain,
The laughter we shared now a distant refrain,
In this aching rhythm, I’m drowning again.
So I walk down the alley where we used to roam,
With velvet shadows guiding me home,
The somber echoes memorize every sigh,
While the dusky chords cradle my heart as I cry.
But with every note struck, I find a way through,
In the smoky moonlight, I remember you,
Though the fleeting glow fades with the break of dawn,
I'll carry the memory, even when you're gone.
Rusted hum, my heart will reclaim,
Through the aching rhythm and the blues that remain,
With each haunting melody, I’ll learn to let go,
For the past might be lost, but the love’s still aglow.
Blues
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