𝕆𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥

𝓑𝓮𝓭𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓼

In the whispers of the evening breeze,

A tale unfolds, a heart at unease.

Once, we spoke in rhythms sweet,

Every day, our conversations replete.

But now, a silence veils our speech,

A chasm grows, emotions breach.

I miss the days of nightly talks,

The bedtime stories and moonlit walks.

In the tapestry of our shared past,

I sensed a change, a fleeting contrast.

Through the months, our bond did wane,

Yet, in my heart, lingers a quiet refrain.

Why can't someone be a constant flame,

Burning bright, love always the same?

Through the ebb and flow of time,

Consistency, like a comforting rhyme.

I yearn for his voice, a lullaby,

Before I sleep, beneath the sky.

To spill my secrets, half-awake,

In the embrace of dreams, love to make.

Oh, the desire for a love so true,

To bridge the gaps, old wounds to strew.

To have him know, I crave the night,

For conversations that feel just right.

But life, a journey with twists untold,

Hearts often wander, stories unfold.

Yet, in the echoes of what used to be,

I find solace, a bittersweet decree.

So, I pen this verse with longing ink,

Hoping for a connection, a love to sync.

For consistency and love, hand in hand,

To weave a tale of an enduring strand.