Weary strings play a lonesome tune,
In the twilight’s fading glow,
With a shadowed pulse deep in my heart,
Where sorrow's whispers flow.
Through smoky whispers of the evening breeze,
I catch your voice, but it fades away,
The velvet tide’s a tender thief,
Stealing dreams till the break of day.
Oh, that dusky hum in the night air,
It wraps me in a bittersweet sigh,
Each note a memory pulling me back,
To a time when our love soared high.
Those fleeting blues, they dance like ghosts,
In every corner of this empty room,
An aching glow fills the hollow space,
Where laughter once chased away the gloom.
Yet still I bear these heavy chains,
Each silver thread, a silent song,
In the shadows, I’ll find my way,
Even when the nights feel wrong.
So I strum my heart on these weary strings,
Let the music mend what’s been torn,
With smoky whispers and velvet tides,
I’ll rise anew with the dawn.
And though the road is long and steep,
I’ll keep walking through the pain,
For every tear that falls tonight,
Is a step toward the light again.
Blues
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