Soft whispers in the twilight, my thoughts begin to drift,
Caught inside this silent pulse, where memories are a gift.
Winding flow of faded dreams, they dance beneath the stars,
Golden chill upon my skin, reminder of who we are.
Echoes of a broken melody, linger in the air,
Each note, a fleeting shadow, paints the canvas with despair.
Moments lost in evening’s glow, fleeting but serene,
Every heartbeat writes a story, every sigh a gentle dream.
Clouds of blue and indigo, wrap around my mind,
Floating on the currents, leaving all the noise behind.
Underneath the silver moon, where time begins to fade,
We find solace in the quiet, where our secrets softly laid.
Raindrops tap like tiny drums, against the window pane,
Carried off on gentle winds, dissolving into rain.
Yet here inside this lofi space, our souls begin to blend,
Finding beauty in the stillness, knowing this too shall end.
As the dawn brings light anew, I’ll cherish what we had,
Each moment like a photograph, both bittersweet and glad.
In the sapphire haze we linger, weaving dreams so bold,
A tapestry of whispers, in the stories yet untold.
So let’s hold onto memories, let’s let the past unfold,
In the quiet after echoes, where our hearts can be consoled.
With every sip of twilight, as the world begins to close,
We find peace within the silence, in the love that gently grows.
Lofi
Sapphire Haze, Silent Pulse, Winding Flow, Golden Chill, Broken Melody
Lofi
Sapphire Haze, Silent Pulse, Winding Flow, Golden Chill, Broken Melody