A Heart in Ruins

Love once carved its name in me, deep as oceans, wild and free. A symphony of whispered vows, soft as rain on barren boughs. But love is cruel, a fleeting tide, it kissed my shores, then slipped outside. Now silence lingers where you stood, an echo lost in tangled wood. The night still hums your quiet tune, my hands still reach for phantom moons. Yet dawn arrives with hollow light, a war was waged, but not in sight. I wear my wounds like ancient art, a masterpiece of shattered heart. For love that dies does not decay, it lives in ghosts that never fade.