#LonelyStreetlight
On a lonely street, the shadows creep,
Silent whispers where memories sleep.
The moonlight glows on empty stone,
A heart beats softly, all alone.
On a lonely street, the shadows creep,
Silent whispers where memories sleep.
The moonlight glows on empty stone,
A heart beats softly, all alone.
Footsteps fade into the night,
Lost in the silence, out of sight.
Streetlights flicker, cold and dim,
Like fading stars, their chances slim.
Beneath the stars, a secret lies,
The night stretches on, an endless thread,
With thoughts of those who’ve long since fled.
The street remains, with broken pride,
Where ghosts of moments choose to hide.
Cracked walls whisper stories old,
Of lives once warm, now turned to cold.
The wind picks up, a shiver sharp,
Strumming the strings of a broken harp.
Beneath the sky, so vast and deep,...