You were the sweetness, like honey's delight,
A taste of love, a beacon so bright.
But now, you're like coffee, bitter and cold,
A blend of brokenness, a story untold.
Love that was worshipped, now a shattered chain,
Promises broken, like echoes in rain.
The book of us, unfinished, a tale in pain,
Chapters left unread, a love's refrain.
Verses missing, where once we'd roam,
In the pages of us, a silent gloom.
Love's symphony muted, a silent tome,
In the emptiness, my heart finds home.
-Snowflake-
