Broken Heart
May 29, 2025
I held your name like a whispered prayer,
Soft on my lips, too fragile to share.
You were the dream I dared to keep,
Now just a shadow in nights I weep.
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Your silence screams in empty halls,
I trace your soul on faded walls.
Once, your smile lit up my skies
Now it burns with every lie.
I gave you pieces, pure and true,
But love, it seems, was never you.
You walked away without a sound,
Left me shattered on the ground.
Still, I gather what remains,
A soul rebuilt from love and pain.
For even hearts that break apart
Can bloom again — a work of art.
