Echoes of exhaustion

Tired eyes, weary soul, School and home, a never-ending role. Rest, a fleeting dream, As memories creep, and tears stream. In the silence, stories unfold, Fantasies born, of a world to mold. Writing, my solace, my reprieve, A place to hide, and let emotions breathe. But exhaustion crept, and words did fade, The page, a blank, my mind, a shade. Until you came, my soul's delight, And with you, my words took flight. Together, we weave a new tale, Of hope and love, of dreams regained. In your eyes, my heart finds rest, With you, my words, are at their best.