In the quiet corners of a heart once vibrant,
lie pages unwritten, yearning for ink,
for whispered secrets of loves yet unfelt.
"Forgive me," she said, a tremor in her voice,
as the autumn leaves danced their eternal farewell.
Lost chapters, her voice lingered like
the last note of a symphony, echoing
through corridors of memory.
The ink spills on this page, an uncharted sea,
where dreams dock in twilight, awaiting a muse.
Once, I held the universe in your gaze,
forged constellations of hope in your sighs.
The story unfurls, a rose of embers,
thorns and petals intertwined.
Find the whispers