Once love was all I knew inside,
But now it feels like love has died.
The warmth I held is cold and still,
A hollow space I cannot fill.
The friends I had, the trust I gave,
Now lies beneath a nameless grave.
I stand alone, no hand to hold,
As love, like time, begins to grow cold.
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Echoes from the Canopy
PoetryWanna Hear the Echoes from the Canopy? This is a poetry collection that reflects the emotional struggles of today's youth. Each poem touches on themes of mental health, offering glimpses of both despair and hope. With short, powerful verses, it aims...
