(this one has three parts to it)
broken things:
in the quiet night where shadows cling,
lie broken souls with shattered wings.
hearts once whole, now torn apart,
a symphony of pain in every heart.
dreams lay scattered on the floor,
fragments of what was before.
promises lost, like autumn leaves,
falling slowly from the trees.
eyes that once shone with light,
now dimmed by endless, sleepless nights.
love that faded with the years,
drowned in a sea of silent tears.
yet in the ruins, something sings,
a soft refrain that softly rings.
through all the sorrow and the sting,
sometimes theres beauty in broken things.
shattered glass and whispered cries,
empty echoes in the night,
a world of fragments, torn apart,
pieces scattered, lost from sight.
broken hearts and broken dreams,
silent tears that never end,
a dance of shadows, all alone,
where pain and sorrow blend.
cracks in the walls, splintered wood,
memories etched in jagged stone,
the weight of loss, a heavy cloak,
a love thats turned to bone.
in the darkness, all is still,
but in the silence, soft wings sing,
a glimmer, faint, but gently true,
sometimes theres beauty in broken things.
in the quiet of the night, where shadows sing,
lies the remnants of hearts, of shattered things,
echoes of laughter that once filled the air,
now linger as whispers, of pain laid bare.
the broken souls wander, lost in the dark,
searching for solace, for some small spark,
to light the path of their fragmented way,
through the ruins of dreams that once held sway.
the tears that fall are like shards of glass,
reflecting the moments that slipped too fast,
the love that was promised, now torn at the seams,
is scattered like dust, like forgotten dreams.
yet in this silence, where the heartbeats fade,
theres a stillness, a peace, in the bed weve made,
a resignation, a surrender to fate,
to the truth that arrives when its all too late.
but even in the fragments of what once was whole,
theres a hidden beauty that can touch the soul,
a softness in the jagged edges we cling,
for sometimes theres beauty in broken things.
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poetry
Poetrytrigger warning. dont expect you to read this, words are simply that. just words. but if you do i hope you enjoy 👍 and if you relate to any of these, im so sorry. (all of these are original and written by me unless its said otherwise) might also in...
