When feelings fade,
like ghosts in the night,
whispers of love linger,
then slowly, quietly slip away.
Heartache drips
like rain from a tired sky,
each drop a reminder,
of laughter turned to silence,
what once felt warm now chills.
Betrayal, a sharp knife,
carves lines in the soul,
and yet, in the shadows,
we find seeds of healing,
growing from the hurt.
Time, a gentle hand,
patches the broken pieces,
stitching us back together,
even when it seems impossible,
we rise, we learn,
finding strength in the scars.
So let the tears flow,
let the heart ache,
for in every ending,
there's a spark of new light,
a path to tomorrow,
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