In a dim-lit room where shadows dwell,
A lone heart dances, its her story to tell.
Beneath the moon's soft glow, with a shattered soul
she takes the stage ..lost in sorrow's cage.
delicate steps, as she begins to move
a dance of pain..a melancholy groove.
The rhythm echoes through the empty air
the weight of heartache....too heavy to bear.
Each twirl and spin a bittersweet embrace
all with memories.. she wants to..but cannot erase.
music weaves through its fragmented core
unraveling the pieces she once wore.
In graceful leaps, she reaches for the sky
the void within won't let her fly.
A pirouette, a leap, a mournful sway...
A solo performance both night and day.
Through shattered dreams and love's betrayal
The lone heart dances its tears prevail.
As she glides across the empty floor,
hope whispers softly knocking on her door.
A gentle rhythm, a flicker of light
guiding her heart to reclaim its might.
each step forward a mending begins..
As the dance transcends her painful sins.
Her lone heart finds solace in the sway,
In the dance of healing, it finds a way.
For even in darkness, a spark can ignite
a lone heart broken can find even the smallest light.