How I believe love was all flowers and garden, spring and lush.
I didn't deny the price it came with cause it seemed all worth.
But now I am lost, where all the hopes and desires gone.
Under the moonlight I used to dance but now I stare vacant at the sky.
Once the vibrant love, now a void of emptiness, sea of sadness and despair.
Silent echo in my head, melody of a broken soul.
Under the willow tree I reminisce the past, tears roll down my cheek .
Wondering if it was real, this heartache is all i can embrace for now.
For all i could see is black and grey, all red..
Orangemoon:3
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My Muse (My Little Black Heart🖤)
PoetryA fleeting journey of love, marked by a longing to express feelings but lacking the courage and commitment, leading to an agonizing yet beautiful heartbreak. Letting go in silence becomes the final act and the story continues. Just like the saying g...
