In the quiet of the evening, where the shadows lie,
There's a whisper in the pines, and I can’t help but sigh.
The boards on the porch are creaking under my weight,
As I sit here reminiscing, it feels like fate.
Oh, the stars shine brighter when the world turns still,
Carrying the laughter that the night air will fill.
But there's sorrow in my chest, a longing I can't flee,
Like the rust on an old truck parked beneath the trees.
The winds carry memories, sweet like summer rain,
Yet every little breeze just brings back the pain.
You were my sunrise, now a memory in the night,
With each heartbeat echoing what’s lost from my sight.
We carved our names in the bark of a cedar tall,
But now I sit alone, just waiting for a call.
Your laughter danced like leaves, caught in the sway,
But time keeps on moving, and love slips away.
Though I walk these old pathways and tread softly 'round,
Each step leads me deeper into a lonesome sound.
The pine trees still whisper, but the truth I can’t see,
Just the rust of my heartbeat beneath the old decree.
So I’ll keep on dreaming through the rustling leaves,
With every soft breeze, I’ll let go what deceives.
Hope lingers like twilight, paints the sky’s faded hue,
But I'm tethered to the past, like the morning dew.
I'll raise my glass to the memories we made,
To the promise of forever, in the shade where we played.
And though sorrow surrounds, I’ll find my way through,
With the rustiest heartbeat reminding me of you.
As the stars start to fade, and the dawn breaks anew,
I’ll cherish our moments, knowing love still holds true.
And when the breeze whispers, I'll set my heart free,
For in every sweet sorrow, there’s a piece left of me.
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