In shadows she walks, a ghost of the past, A woman who misses what couldn't last. Her reflection, a stranger in tear-stained glass, Lost in the echoes of moments that passed.
Once vibrant and free, a spirit untamed, Now whispers of sorrow, her soul has claimed. Her laughter, a melody, a distant refrain, Fading like petals in autumn's cold rain.
Eyes that once sparkled with dreams unfulfilled, Now mirror the void, with longing filled. She searches within, through the corridors of time, Yearning to find the woman she left behind.
Memories cascade, a bittersweet stream, A tapestry woven with hopes and lost dreams. In the quiet hours, when the world is asleep, She mourns for herself, a secret she keeps.
Oh, the woman she was, where did she go? In the echoes of silence, only echoes know. A melancholy dance with shadows unseen, She misses her old self, now trapped in between.
-Jean R.
December 17, 2023 3:40AM
PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE!!
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