Shadows of a Fractured Heart
Once, in the blush of a springtime bloom,
When the world was draped in golden light,
Two souls met beneath a silken moon,
Where love’s sweet song began its flight.
Their hearts entwined like ivy’s grasp,
Twisting, turning, in tender embrace,
Every whisper, every breath, a gasp,
For love had found its sacred place.
She was the sun, bright and warm,
With eyes that held the ocean’s hue,
He was the storm, a fierce alarm,
With a heart that bled midnight blue.
Together, they danced through summer’s heat,
Their laughter a melody pure and clear,
Each moment, a promise, bittersweet,
Each touch, a vow, sincere.
But as the days grew shorter, darker,
And autumn’s chill began to creep,
Their love, once bright, began to harbor,
Secrets buried deep.
His eyes, once filled with tender light,
Began to hold a shadow’s gleam,
A coldness that crept in the night,
Turning love into a haunted dream.
She felt the shift, the icy breath,
Of something dark, something unspoken,
The love they shared, now faced with death,
A bond slowly, painfully broken.
He spoke in riddles, words half-said,
His touch now laced with hidden thorns,
The warmth they shared, now filled with dread,
A love that left her heart torn.
She watched him drift into the night,
Chasing ghosts, chasing shadows unseen,
His promises, once pure and bright,
Now shattered like a broken dream.
She tried to reach him, to pull him back,
From the edge of that dark abyss,
But his soul was lost, painted black,
In a place where love could not exist.
Their love, once a beacon, now a storm,
Raged with fury, with passion’s fire,
But in the chaos, in the mourn,
They lost sight of their true desire.
He became a stranger, a phantom, a ghost,
A shadow of the man she knew,
And she, in turn, became a host,
To a love that was no longer true.
The nights grew long, the silence deep,
As they spiraled into despair,
Their love, now a twisted, jagged leap,
Into darkness, into a nightmarish snare.
She cried out for the man she loved,
For the one who held her heart,
But his soul, by demons, was shoved,
Into a world where they were apart.
He loved her still, in his own way,
But his love was tainted, bruised,
And though he wanted her to stay,
He knew that she would refuse.
Their love, now a battlefield of pain,
Where each wound was a bitter scar,
Where once there was sunshine, now only rain,
Where once they were close, now they were far.
She tried to hold on, to mend the breaks,
But the cracks were too deep, too wide,
And with every attempt, her heart aches,
For the love they lost, the love that died.
In the end, they stood on opposite shores,
Two souls that once were one,
Now separated by unspoken wars,
By battles lost and won.
She walked away with tears in her eyes,
Leaving behind a love so twisted,
And he, in the shadows, where darkness lies,
Felt the pain of a love he resisted.
Their story, a tale of light and dark,
Of love that bloomed, then turned to stone,
Of hearts that once shared a spark,
Now left cold, bitter, alone.
And though the world may never see,
The depth of their tragic tale,
Their love will linger, eternally,
In the whispers of a darkened vale.
For love, when pure, can lift us high,
But when twisted, when turned, it falls,
Into the depths where shadows lie,
Into the void where no one calls.
Their love, a lesson, a haunting rhyme,
Of what can be when darkness grows,
A love that stood the test of time,
But in the end, to ruin it goes.
So remember their tale, in the silence of night,
When love seems too perfect to be true,
For in the shadows, hidden from sight,
Lies the darkness that love can pursue.
By: Vivaan Sethi
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