In the realm of whispered promises we dwell,
Where hope and heartache gracefully intertwine,
You said, "I want to get to know ya," oh, so well,
But now my hopes unravel, a cruel design.
Why did you string me along with golden threads,
Only to snip them abruptly, leaving me numb?
You said you'd stay, in tender moonlit beds,
Yet I woke up alone, chilled by the morning's hum.
I ponder the illusion of your sweet embrace,
How words can spin illusions, conjuring dreams,
But reality's icy touch reveals its disgrace,
Leaving me suspended in a world torn at the seams.
So, I'll mend my heart, where echoes of your words reside,
And find solace in the warmth of truth for which I'll bide.
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Love Notes
PoetryJust a glimpse into my life through my lenses. This book is a compilation of love stories that capture my inner deepest thoughts and desires. Each frame tells a different tale, filled with moments of vulnerability, passion, and longing. From stolen...
