Wounded heart, bruised in hues of sorrow’s shade,
My eyes, shut tight by storms that fear has made.
Tears fall for love you cast with careless hand,
Like refuse tossed, too worthless to withstand.
Still tethered to a dream that won’t return,
I ached for love you’d never seek to earn.
Now hope dissolves—I cease my quiet plea,
And let our tale drift far away from me.
The pages close on dreams once bright and bold,
Their colors dim, their chapters left untold.
With quiet grace, I vanish from the light,
Retreating to the solace of the night.
Confused, heart-lost, I wander in the haze,
Still haunted by what might have graced our days.
I pace within this hollow, silent space,
Imagining a world with your embrace.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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