She wears her loss like a heavy shroud, Threads of grief woven into her skin. Her heart, a cavern where silence is loud, Yearns for solace, for a chance to begin.
Yet somewhere deep within her core, A spark remains—a fragile ember. Perhaps one day, through tears and more, She’ll find a way to remember.
She wears her loss like a heavy shroud, Threads of grief woven into her skin. Her heart, a cavern where silence is loud, Yearns for solace, for a chance to begin.
Yet somewhere deep within her core, A spark remains—a fragile ember. Perhaps one day, through tears and more, She’ll find a way to remember.