In the hollow of my mind, void dreams take flight,
As whispers ink the pages of this dark poetry night.
Lost grace lingers softly, in shadows cast away,
With every word I write, I bleed the night to day.
Black roses weave a tale of love that feels like chains,
Their petals drip with memories, like echoes of my pains.
A steel heart beats within me, an armor forged in flame,
Yet every glance of longing feels like playing a losing game.
Crystal tears reflect the stars, as they fall through endless skies,
Capturing the essence of all the whispered goodbyes.
We dance beneath the shadows of the bleeding moon’s embrace,
In solitude, I find the truth within the lost and found place.
The night unfolds its secrets as we chase what can't be held,
While dreams become the anchors that in silence were compelled.
In every verse, I find you; in every line, I grieve,
A tapestry of longing woven in the dreams we weave.
So let's gather all these echoes, let's lock them in a cage,
Write our story in the darkness, become the silent sage.
For in this maze of heartache, where destinies entwine,
We'll find the light that flickers, releasing what is mine.
And when the dawn arrives, with colors richly spun,
I’ll carry scars of shadows, knowing love has just begun.
In the end, we’re just reflections, lost in time and space,
Forever bound together in the memory of grace.
Alternative
Void dreams, Dark poetry, Lost grace, Black roses, Steel heart, Crystal tears, Bleeding moon
Alternative
Void dreams, Dark poetry, Lost grace, Black roses, Steel heart, Crystal tears, Bleeding moon