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Whispers of What Once Was
Behind closed doors, where shadows creep,
Once vibrant hearts now silently weep.
In the warmth of love, a chill takes hold,
Promises whispered, now silently cold.
An option to choose, yet seldom embraced,
In the dance of indifference, our joy is replaced.
Fragmented dreams in the dimming light,
Two souls that once soared, now tethered in flight.
Like distant echoes of laughter that fade,
The bond that we cherished begins to degrade.
Yet still in the silence, the hope gently stirs,
Longing for love that once was ours.
So I stand in the twilight, where choices abound,
Holding your heart, but feel so unwound.
Behind closed doors, let us heed each call,
To mend what's now shattered, and rise from the fall.
Flickering Shadows
In the quiet of the night, I stand by,
A flame that dances, flickers, and sighs,
Among the whispered dreams where shadows play,
My heart feels like an option, led astray.
Once a beacon in your radiant eye,
Now just a whisper, a soft, muted cry,
Love's fire dwindles, casting doubts in the dark,
As warmth gives way to a cold, fading spark.
I reach for your heart, but miss my own hand,
Like a flame that was bright, now struggling to stand,
Do I ignite your soul, or am I but smoke,
A mere choice in your life, a love left unspoke?
Yet still I linger, beneath the moon's glow,
Hoping the winds of passion still blow,
For even as options, we'll find our way,
To fan the embers of love that once lit the day.
A Pawn in Your Game
I move on your board, a piece out of place,
A pawn in your game, lost in your chase.
My thoughts intertwined in webs that you weave,
Yet it’s you in the spotlight, while I stand bereaved.
Each laugh feels like lead while you play your hand,
A jester at dusk, while you dance on demand.
You count all the hearts in your pocket so sly,
But I’m just an echo, a whisper, a sigh.
I long for a touch that feels just like home,
Yet here in the shadows, my heartache has grown.
Do I make you feel safe, or just part of a plan?
In your colorful world, I’m the ghost of a man.
With dreams that grow dim, it’s a bitter refrain,
To be just an option, the ghost of your game.
Yet I seek the light in the twilight we share,
Hoping one day you’ll see, I am still standing there.
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