Wasted Love

The embers glow, a fading light,

Where once a fire burned so bright.

A love that bloomed, a passionate flame,

Now whispers memories, etched in a name.

The air hangs heavy, thick with sighs,

Haunted by laughter in tear-filled eyes.

Empty promises, like scattered leaves,

Rustle beneath the weight of what grieves.

In the beginning, a joyous song,

Two hearts entwined, where they belonged.

Blind to flaws, a perfect dream,

A tapestry woven, love's vibrant gleam.

Sun-kissed days and whispered nights,

Stars aligned, future burning bright.

Touch ignites, a spark so bold,

Every moment, a story untold.

Secrets shared, vulnerabilities bare,

A fortress built, a love to share.

The world outside, a distant hum,

Lost in a universe, just for them.

But shadows creep, doubts begin to bloom,

A whispered word, dispelling the moon.

Misunderstandings, a tangled thread,

Weaving distance where trust once spread.

Disagreements simmer, a heated word,

Echoes linger, a song unheard.

Respect erodes, patience wears thin,

The warmth of touch, replaced by a sin.

Walls rise high, communication wanes,

Love's language lost in anger and strains.

Apologies unspoken, tears fall like rain,

Aching hearts, yearning for solace in vain.

The fire flickers, embers grow dim,

Lost connection, a broken hymn.

The dance ends abruptly, a love unfulfilled,

A story unfinished, emotions chilled.

Bitterness lingers, a wound that won't heal,

Blaming whispers, the pain they reveal.

Wasted efforts, dreams turned to dust,

A bitter harvest, a love turned to rust.

Yet, in the ashes, a lesson may hide,

Love's fragile nature, nowhere to hide.

For even the brightest flame can fade,

If not nurtured, respect not displayed.

The heart remembers, a bittersweet ache,

For the love it lost, the mistake it did make.

But with time and reflection, wisdom takes hold,

Lessons learned, to strengthen the soul.

For love, though fragile, can rise anew,

Built on trust, stronger, honest, and true.

With open hearts and vulnerability shared,

A love that endures, with each burden cared.

So let the embers cool, and the ashes fall,

A reminder of the love that had its thrall.

For even in darkness, a spark may ignite,

A chance for a love, bathed in a gentler light.