In twilight’s somber gown, I walk the shore,
Where waves like teardrops weep forevermore.
The ocean’s heart, a vast and mournful sea,
Reflects my soul, as if it mourns with me.
The moon, a pale and distant, silver eye,
Casts shadows deep, as if to prophesy.
Its melancholic gaze, a cold embrace,
A mirror of my sorrow, in its grace.
Like wilting roses, dreams in twilight’s sigh,
Their petals fall, as hopes begin to die.
In fields of faded sunsets, lost in time,
Our love, a withered rose, in mournful rhyme.
The stars, like distant dreams, they softly weep,
As constellations in the night, they keep.
Each one a memory, a fading star,
As I stand here alone, and still, afar.
Yet, in this sadness, beauty can be found,
Like a wounded heart that makes no sound.
For even in despair, there’s strength to mend,
A wounded soul can still find hope, my friend.