I loved you in the quiet spaces,
Between breaths and broken promises,
Where whispers turned to fading echoes,
And time unraveled all we were.
Your touch, once warm, grew cold as stone,
A distant shadow I couldn't hold.
Now silence fills the space between,
Where once we dreamed in shades of gold.
The nights are long, the stars don't shine,
Your absence carves deep scars in mine.
A love so bright, now lost in ash,
A fragile heart in pieces, smashed.
Yet still, I wait for dawn to break,
For morning light to ease this ache,
But shadows linger, ghosts remain—
And I am left with only pain.
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She's antiromantique
PoezjaShe was heartbroken, instead of the revenge she wrote, she wrote like no one else ever did, every feeling, every sense of discomfort, every thought, was written down, in every book corner, every piece of paper, every napkin, knowing that all of them...
