Brokenhearted

Each shard, a piece of our story, Etched with laughter, tears, and pain, The echo of whispered promises, Now lost in the wind's refrain.

The first fragment, a stolen kiss, Soft as petals brushed by dawn, But time eroded its sweetness, And now it's merely a ghostly song.

The second, a shared secret smile, Hidden in the folds of midnight, Yet shadows crept upon our love, Leaving cracks that couldn't mend right.

The third, a moonlit dance we wove, Two souls entwined, hearts ablaze, But fate pirouetted us apart, Leaving fractured steps in its maze.

And so, I gather these broken pieces, Hold them close, feel their jagged edges, For even shattered, they tell our tale, A symphony of love that never fades.

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