In the silence of a shadowed room,
where echoes once danced with laughter,
now lies the weight of a bitter heart,
a soul—frustrated, torn, and stained.

I painted love in colors bright,
crafted dreams from whispered hopes,
yet the canvas frayed,
the colors ran,
and betrayal crept in,
like a thief in the night.

Once, I bloomed in the warmth of affection,
a rose opened wide under the sun's embrace,
but now, in this solitude,
I feel the petals fall,
withering,
each one a memory,
each one a...