Anonymous 1m 283 #love
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In the depths of night, where shadows creep, I ponder upon memories I cannot keep, Whispers of time slip through my grasp, Leaving behind a longing that will forever clasp.
Oh, fleeting moments, like autumn leaves, Lost in the winds, my heart bereaves, For time has marched with relentless stride, Leaving me here, with naught but sighs.
In the tapestry of life, where colors blend, There’s a void within me, I cannot mend, For there’s a tale untold, a love unspoken, A tender flame that remains unbroken.
She, the muse of my dreams, stood so near, Yet my lips faltered, paralyzed by fear, Silent echoes of words I could not impart, Consigned to regret, my wounded heart.
Now, as the years slip away like grains of sand, I yearn for a chance to hold her hand, But the hands of time have turned the key, And I’m left with the silence of eternity.
No more memories to weave, no tales to tell, No chance to break free from this somber spell, Regret, a relentless companion by my side, As I traverse this realm where dreams reside.
Yet, in this symphony of melancholy and woe, I find solace in the love I couldn’t show, For even though my voice was never heard, The echoes of my heart still remain undisturbed.
In the hallowed chambers of the past, I’ll eternally cherish a love that will last, Though the sands of time have ceased to flow, In my heart, her beauty will forever glow.
So, let the darkness embrace me tonight, As I wander through memories, lost in sight, For in this emptiness, I still hold dear, The love that never whispered, yet was always near.
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