Melancholy dreams drift through the night,
Whispers of a time when we felt so right.
In the corners of a vintage heart,
Where every note played is a work of art.
Broken mirrors scattered on the floor,
Reflecting shadows of what we were before.
Dusty soul, wandering alone,
Searching for a place that feels like home.
Faded colors in the afternoon,
Paint the backdrop of a forgotten tune.
Quiet rebellion in the way we breathe,
Taking back the stories we thought we'd leave.
Paper wings taking flight in the wind,
Carrying the secrets that we used to defend.
In a world of gray, we dance with the light,
Chasing echoes of dreams that fade out of sight.
With every heartbeat, we reclaim the past,
Finding beauty in the moments that don't last.
Through the tangled lines of lost and found,
We hold the memories deeply, safely bound.
So here we stand, our spirits entwined,
Seeking solace in the love that we find.
And though the colors may someday decay,
We'll paint the skies in our own unique way.
In echoes of a sunlit past,
We find the strength to make this longing last.
With every glance, every word we share,
We weave a tapestry of hope and care.
And as the stars blink in the sepia sky,
We'll dream of tomorrows where our hopes can fly.
In a world of whispers, we'll break the mold,
Finding warmth in the stories waiting to be told.
Indie
Melancholy dreams, Vintage heart, Broken mirrors, Dusty soul, Faded colors, Quiet rebellion, Paper wings