Tired fingers trace the edge of the night,
Scribbling down memories that faded from sight.
Shattered love like glass on the floor,
With every step, darling, I just want you more.
Whispers of laughter still linger and sway,
But those faded echoes seem to wash me away.
On a rambling road that winds through the pain,
I’m lost in the rhythm of a soft, aching rain.
Rusted dreams in a suitcase I keep,
Holding onto promises I made in my sleep.
Cold morning light breaks the dreams I designed,
Each beam a reminder of the love left behind.
Lonely hum of a guitar in the air,
Strumming the silence that nobody can bear.
Footsteps echo down this well-trodden lane,
Searching for solace where nothing remains.
So here’s to the heart that’s weary and worn,
To the stories we shared, the moments now torn.
In the quiet of shadows, I’ll sing my refrain,
In hopes that tomorrow brings us together again.
Tired fingers still play, despite all the strife,
Holding on to the memories that shaped my life.
As the sun starts to rise with a golden glow,
I’ll carry your love on this rambling road.
Blues
Tired fingers, Shattered love, Fading whispers, Rambling road, Rusted dreams, Cold morning, Lonely hum