Unwritten Promises
In the shadows where silence speaks loudest,
I found you, not in words, but pauses—
Between breaths, between worlds, we exist,
A rhythm of forgotten, unspoken causes.
You are the dusk that lingers, just before night,
An unraveling thread of fate’s own disguise.
I reach for you, but the moon holds tight,
A dance of hands too far, yet close in our eyes.
Does love ask why it blooms where thorns grow?
Or does it surrender, burning in its own fire?
I question the stars, but they already know,
That hearts break on the wings of lost desire.
In every smile, a tear that never fell,
In every word, the silence that haunts,
Yet we stay, bound by this bitter-sweet spell,
Chasing ghosts of what the soul wants.
Between every line I write your name,
In letters too frail to hold you close.
We are, perhaps, the same—
A whispered promise no one knows.
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