Where Love Turns To Dust

In the quiet aftermath of dreams unmade, I wander lost in memories that slowly fade. A bitter lull in every echo of our past, Where promises crumbled and love couldn't last. Every broken heartbeat sings a mournful tune, In the emptiness where shadows cradle the moon. Silent aftermath, where love turns to dust, In the ruins of yesterday, I search for lost trust. Every tear becomes a whisper of a pain so deep, In the silence of sorrow, my secrets I keep. Time drifts like a ghost through corridors of night, Carving scars on a soul that fades with the light. Every step feels heavy on the path of shattered dreams, Drowning in echoes of our forgotten themes. Winds of change carry remnants of what we were, Fragments of joy lost in an endless blur. Yet in the heart of darkness, a glimmer dares to glow, A fragile hope amid shadows of long ago. Silent aftermath, where love turns to dust, In the ruins of yesterday, I search for lost trust. Every tear becomes a whisper of a pain so deep, In the silence of sorrow, my secrets I keep. As dawn breaks softly on this desolate shore, I gather shattered pieces, aching for something more. In the silent aftermath, where echoes still remain, I'll find a way to mend this endless, searing pain.