In the quiet of the night, I sit alone,
Counting seconds, hours—moments never shown.
Your love, once a beacon, now dimmed by the day,
Drips through the cracks like rain on a window pane.
I search your eyes for the warmth they once gave,
But all I find are echoes, a hollowed-out cave.
Your touch, now fleeting, a ghost on my skin,
Leaves me yearning for the days when you let me in.
You give me your spare time, not the time I crave,
A scattering of minutes, like coins you save.
But I need your presence, your undivided gaze,
Not these fragments of love in a half-hearted haze.
I ache for the laughter, the whispers in the night,
The way we used to dance in the soft moonlight.
But now I'm left with shadows, memories to trace,
As you offer me pieces, not the full embrace.
So here I am, wounded, yet still I stay,
Hoping that one day, you'll find your way.
To give me not just moments, but all of your time,
To weave together our hearts in a love truly sublime.
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Echoes of My Soul: A Journey in Verse
PoésieEchoes of My Soul is a raw, unapologetic collection of poetry that delves into the dark corners of the human experience. Through verses that burn with anger, seethe with hatred, and ache with pain, the author reveals the struggle of confronting life...
