Fragments of a shattered soul

Whispers of sorrow

In shadows of the moonlight's gentle grace, A tale of heartbreak we must now embrace.
Two souls once intertwined, now torn apart, Their love, a masterpiece, a work of art.

With every whispered promise, sweet and true, They built a world where only love would do.
But storms of doubt and hurtful words they spoke, And in their sacred garden, cracks awoke.

A shattered heart, a fragile, wounded thing, Once danced with joy, now clings to memories' string.
The ache, the pain, the tears that never cease, In heartbreak's grasp, they seek a fleeting peace.

But time, the gentle healer, will arrive,
To mend the wounds, help love again to thrive.

For though the night is long,the dawn will break, And in the end, a mended heart will wake