In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly play,
A flickering flame dances, lighting up my way.
Your eyes hold a soft glow, like stars that gently gleam,
In the whispers of the darkness, I find solace in a dream.
Each whispered word you linger, like echoes of a ghost,
A hidden song I carry, the memory I cherish most.
With a gentle strum, the guitar softly weeps,
Of a lonely path I've wandered, where heartache often sleeps.
Every forgotten tune plays like a breeze through the trees,
Reminding me of laughter, a time when we were free.
The melodies we crafted, like secrets o’er the years,
Still resonate alongside, the laughter and the tears.
Now the crescent moon is rising, its light a fleeting guide,
As I walk this winding road, with shadows by my side.
If I close my eyes and listen, I can hear the truth arrive,
In the rustle of the leaves, our memories still thrive.
With every strum I capture, the echoes of the past,
A lullaby of moments that linger far and fast.
Though the world may keep on turning, and silence may ensue,
I’ll hold on to the whispers, for they’ll always lead me to you.
So here beneath the twilight, where our dreams intertwine,
I’ll keep walking this lonely path, with love our guiding sign.
For every flickering flame will keep the darkness at bay,
In the quiet of the night, I’ll find my way back to stay.
Indie
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