In the depths of heartache, I slowly come to understand,
A tale of love not meant, to which my heart draws near.
For I am but a vessel of unrequited dreams,
Bound to a fat, where love's melody screams.
I wander through the echoes of a love that's unkind.
Aching in the shadows, as my heart's left behind.
Craving validation, yearning for a touch.
But alas, I'm left standing in love's cruel clutch.
Oh, the bitter-sweet torment of love's unspoken truth,
A symphony of longing, in the twilight of my youth.
We dance in delusions, never meant to be,
A love that's wrapped in silence, too painful to see.
In a world of illusions, I'm a ghost in disguise.
A whisper in the wind, where love's turn gently dies.
For I am but a wanderer, seeking a hopeless cause,
Forging mosaics of beauty, with broken-hearted flaws.
You see, my heart's a poet, penning tales of woe.
Crafting words of longing that no one else can know.
But I carry this burden, in realms of toil and strife,
A love not meant to last, the soundtrack of my life.
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Moans in the Wind
PoetryWhen we are hurt, we moan in pain. When we are happy, we moan in soft sighs. When we are in love, we moan in affection and pleasure. All of your moans are meant to be heard.
