The echoes of your laughter fade,
In the silence of the room,
Memories like fragile glass,
Shattered by the gloom.
The sun still rises, but it's cold,
Without your hand in mine,
A love once bright, now just a tale,
Of hearts that missed their time.
Through endless nights, and empty days,
I search for you in vain,
A love that’s lost forever,
A never-ending pain.
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Poetry Palette
Poetry- A bunch of short sad poems/notes. "The page is my canvas and the poetry is my art. I mix the words in my palette and my painted sentences impart."
