Baskadia

Love sad poem

In the hush of a lonely heart, a melody plays, A bittersweet tune of love's bygone days. We built a castle, grand and tall, But the wind whispered secrets, and watch it fall. Your touch, a ghost, lingers on my skin, A haunting reminder of what has been. Laughter's echo mocks the silent room, Empty promises blooming in the gloom. Each whispered word, a piercing thorn, Memories like embers, forever worn. I close my eyes, a teardrop slips away, Lost in a love that could not stay. The moon, a witnes