In the moonlit haze, my heart ajar,
The hand that held the sword once afraid of a little scar.
In the shadowed realm of echoes past,A tale of love, too sweet, too vast.A boy, once bathed in light so warm,Now carries in his heart a heavy storm.
The lightest scar, a weight unseen,Yet deeper than the darkest dream.He wanders through the fog of time,A heart that echoes a mournful chime.
In the alleys of his mind, she roams,The girl he lost, his heart in poems.Her laughter echoes in the silent air,Yet she's gone, lost in the howling despair.
A paradox within, tearing him apart,A dance of love, a shattered heart.The memories, like whispers soft,Of stolen kisses, promises oft.
In every corner, her ghost does dwell,A love story only time could tell.He longs to touch the phantom's hand,To traverse time, to understand.
Yet fears the haunting of what's lost,A love that carries an unbearable cost.The lightest scar, etched on his soul,A story of love that took its toll.
He wants her yet he doesn't dare,To mend the wound, to strip love bare.In twilight's glow, he stands alone,A silent ache, a muted moan.To love, to lose, a cruel rhyme,The lightest scar, through endless time.
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Untold Feelsss...
Poetrynot a storybook but a bunch of poems.. *_*_* some words remain untold, some words are said but unheard.
