the wreckage of us
Will we ever talk if I don't text first Were we ever talking or were you just replying to my words Was it love or common mistrust? In the silence between our messages, a longing whispers its plea, As if our words dance upon a stage, but our hearts yearn to be free. In the echoes of our conversations, echoes of unspoken desires, Awaiting the courage to bridge the gap, igniting passion's fires. In the spaces of our silence, where silence speaks volumes untold, Yearning for connections deeper, where truths and dreams unfold. Your love feels faded Our dreams broken The future we saw together Is now lying in some lost abyss Amidst the wreckage of what once gleamed, shattered hopes now persist, Lost in the depths of what could have been, memories clenched in a tight fist. Yet in the remnants of our love's debris, a glimmer of hope persists, For from the ashes of our past, new beginnings may exist.
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