Neon scars on a broken skyline,
Whispers dance in the twilight's sigh,
Empty rooms echo memories unkind,
Lost echoes of a love that passed us by.
Crystal pain glimmers in the dark,
Velvet wounds stitched by secrets tight,
We chase shadows, igniting a spark,
While haunted dreams flicker out of sight.
In the silence, I hear your name,
Dark whispers cradle our shattered trust,
Sacred lies woven, a fragile frame,
A tapestry of heartache, undone and dust.
But through the night, the stars still glow,
A fragile light guides away the fears,
And in the ache, I start to know,
In the end, love lingers through the years.
So I’ll gather the pieces, the remnants of us,
In every scar, there’s a story to tell,
From the ashes of silence, we'll learn to trust,
In the echoes of twilight, we rise and fell.
Fading reveries, drifting like smoke,
Yet somehow in the silence, we find our song,
In neon scars and lost dreams we stoke,
We find our way home, where we belong.
Alternative
Neon scars, Empty rooms, Lost echoes, Crystal pain, Velvet wounds, Dark whispers, Sacred lies
Alternative
Neon scars, Empty rooms, Lost echoes, Crystal pain, Velvet wounds, Dark whispers, Sacred lies