Once we danced to our own song,
In a world where we belonged.
Every step, a love profound,
Hearts in sync, a perfect sound.
Laughter echoed in the night,
Eyes that sparkled, pure delight.
In our rhythm, dreams did twirl,
You and I, against the world.
Now the music’s long since died,
Silent echoes, tears we've cried.
Lines of worry, faces worn,
Love replaced by cold and scorn.
Harmony has turned to dust,
Promises have lost their trust.
Once a dance, now just a fight,
Two hearts broken in the night.
The dance of love, once a symphony of shared dreams and laughter, can transform into a silent battlefield where harmony gives way to discord. Perhaps the true test of love lies not in the joyous rhythms but in navigating the silences and finding new ways to move together.
more Poetry by Belle
Other Blog Sites
Featured on It Be Life | Facebook
Comments