In shadows cast by memories, she weaves,
A tale of love now lost, the heart bereaved.
Six months of joy, a fleeting embrace,
Her world was bright, now veiled in grace.
Does he, in silence, mirror her despair?
A symphony of questions, unanswered in the air.
A wondering soul, questioning her worth,
Asking if her love brought joy or dearth.
Tears carve rivers on her cheeks so fair,
Lost in thoughts, in solitude, she bears.
A poignant echo of a love untold.
In fragment of a story left to unfold.
A mosaic of doubts paints her restless mind,
As shards of affection she struggles to find.
Was she a tempest, a bore in his days?
Or did she falter in love’s intricate maze?
Her heart, shattered aches in the void,
A love untethered, once beautifully enjoyed.
Regret, a spectre haunting her dreams,
Yet love’s departure, a river of silent screams.
No solace found, no comfort near,
She wonders, lingers in the realm of fear,
A journey ended, love lost in the night,
As she contemplates, her heart takes flight.
In solitude, she grieves, aching and blue,
Longing for answers, a connection anew,
A chapter closed, a book left unread,
In the silence, she mourns the love that’s fled.
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Broken Down Me
PoetryWithin the pages of this book, you'll embark on a profound exploration of the human experience. Through poetry, the delicate dance of love, the tender embrace of gratitude, and the haunting depths of depression and anxiety are woven into verse. You'...
