Anonymous 1m 273 #memories
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In shadows deep where sorrows dwell, I pen a verse, a tale to tell, Of fleeting time and memories lost, And love unspoken, now the cost.
Through the corridors of days gone by, Moments slipped, whispered goodbyes, I held my silence, fear’s embrace, As time unveiled its cruel, swift pace.
Oh, how the years slipped through my hands, Like grains of sand in distant lands, And in my heart, a dormant fire, Unspoken words, a secret desire.
She danced through life with grace untold, A soul that shimmered, a heart of gold, Yet, my lips sealed in fear’s cruel game, And now, alas, it’s all in vain.
For death, a thief, arrived one day, And stole her light, took her away, No longer can I gaze upon her face, Or share with her life’s tender embrace.
The clock ticks on, relentless chime, As I stand here, frozen, lost in time, Regrets like echoes through the night, Of unvoiced love, a painful plight.
No more memories left to create, No chance to change what’s sealed by fate, Oh, how I long to turn back the tide, To find the courage buried inside.
But now, the truth stands crystal clear, In the realm of loss, I shed a tear, For love unspoken, a tragic tale, Where time’s cruel touch has set the sail.
So, let this be a solemn plea, To those who hold affection free, Don’t wait until the hour is late, To whisper love, to seal their fate.
For life is fragile, moments fleet, And love’s refrain, oh, so bittersweet, Cherish the now, let feelings flow, Before the chance to tell them goes.
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