A million pieces scattered on the floor, Each one a glimpse of what we had before. They whisper rumors, a happiness you've found, While my heart breaks in a silent, echoing sound. How can I tell them I've seen it with my own eyes? The way you held her, a love that used to be mine. The ache is a secret, a burden I hold, Pretending I don't know, a story left untold. A stranger in my own skin, I play the part, Smiling through the hollowness that tears me apart. Wishing the truth could escape in a scream, But silence holds me captive, a shattered, silent dream. Maybe someday, the pieces will find their way back, Mended by time on a healing track. But for now, I wear this mask, a shield from the pain, Hoping one day, love will find me again
Explore the stages of relationship, from the first stupid laughter of infatuation to the quiet strength of letting go - find poetic portraits with vibrant imagery, where the desire for love evokes smoky comfort of Laphroaig brown colour with a hint of green in someone's eyes Expect verses that explore the beauty of finding yourself in someone's imperfections just like the flawed moon and everything else that lie in between.