You were the light that filled my days,
A warmth that cut through endless grays.
I never thought I'd see the hour
When love would fade, and wilt, and sour.
We built our world on whispered dreams,
But now it's gone, torn at the seams.
The love we shared, once fierce and bright,
Has drifted softly out of sight.
I lost you not in one swift blow,
But in the cracks that slowly grow.
A word, a glance, a touch withdrawn—
Until one day, you were just gone.
I search for traces, something true,
In all the places we once knew.
But echoes fade, and memories fall,
And I am left with none at all.
The love of my life, now a ghost,
A bittersweet, forgotten toast.
And though you've left, I'll always feel
The empty space that time won't heal.
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She's antiromantique
PoesiaShe 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...
