In the quiet of the night, I lie awake,
Haunted by the trust that's gone astray,
Once a fortress built of soft promises,
Now crumbled walls where shadows play.
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I search your eyes for echoes of the past,
But find only a distant, weary stare,
The warmth that once ignited hope in me
Now flickers out, a ghost of what was there.
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Each whisper now a ghostly, hollow sound,
Each touch a ghost of what was once so real,
I wonder if our love will fade away,
Or if a heart once true will ever heal.
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Could there be a love that mends these scars,
A light to guide me through the darkened haze?
Or will I wander through the silent void,
A soul adrift in trust's forsaken maze?
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Will another's eyes find my weary heart,
And breathe new life into its fragile beat?
Or will I learn to love again alone,
To find a peace in solitude's retreat?
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The future's fog obscures the path I seek,
But in the mist, a hopeful heart still dares,
To dream of love that's steadfast and sincere,
A promise that in time, my soul repairs.
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So here I stand, with trust a fragile thread,
Yet in this twilight, dreams refuse to rest,
I hope that love might dance into my life,
A whimsical chance that fate will bless.
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For even in the doubt, a spark remains,
A playful wish that love will find its way,
In the dance of chance, perhaps a heart will glow,
And light the path to brighter, warmer days.