d_demandasaurus

In the depths of my wounded heart, pages torn, A story of separation, forlorn. Once set, our date, like ink on paper, But the hand of fate, an unwelcome caper. A day before love's holiday embraced, Our paths diverged, emotions displaced. A letter she wrote, now turned to ash, Love's testament burned, its memories dashed. She sought reconciliation, seeking peace, But within, love's flame began to cease. Her words, a mask for a heart that strayed, Love's ties unraveled, bonds decayed. For a month, she called, regretful voice, Yet within me, I knew the choice. The day arrived, we faced our truth, Melodies played, carrying wounds of youth. "Why was the story left incomplete?" I questioned, pain's echo, bittersweet. Distances vast, like a chasm's expanse, Songs whispered, haunting in their dance. Those melodies, like ghosts, lingered near, Repeating memories I once held dear. Other chapters rewritten, tales released, But her words lingered, a wound not ease...