In the realm of desperation, where hope is strained,
I've exhausted every method, love's efforts waned.
Aching to reclaim what time did sever,
But the more I strive, the more it slips forever.
Letters penned with words sincere,
Whispers lost in the winds I fear.
Every gesture, a plea to rewind,
Yet, in frustration, love seems confined.
Calls that echo in the silent night,
Fragments of a love that once burned bright.
But the more I try, the further it slips,
Love's grasp elusive, as frustration grips.
Every avenue explored, every plea,
Yet, the distance grows, mocking me.
A heart worn out, by the futile quest,
Frustration echoes, a silent unrest.
In the labyrinth of memories, I'm confined,
Searching for answers, but none I find.
Exhausted methods, a love in despair,
Frustration's weight, heavy to bear.
So, in the shadows where echoes persist,
I release the frustration, a clenched fist.
For love's journey, unpredictable, unclear,
Yet within the frustration, a soul can persevere.
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Tales of a Heart
ПоэзияA heart is such an organ which not only pump blood it's an organ which takes u up on difficult situations
