Beneath the weeping willow's shade,
A symphony of sorrow gently played.
Silent tears on petals of night,
A melancholy moon in muted light.
Echoes of heartache in the silent breeze,
Lost whispers dancing through the trees.
A somber river, its currents slow,
Carries tales of woe in its ebb and flow.
In the vast expanse of the starlit sea,
Lonely waves murmur a soliloquy.
A tear-streaked sky in shades of gray,
Reflects the sadness that won't sway.
The rose, once vibrant, now droops its head,
Petals fall, dreams wither, love lies dead.
Shadowed footsteps in the fading sun,
A dirge for moments forever undone.
The nightingale, in mourning song,
Sings of love that didn't belong.
Aching chords of a broken lute,
In the melancholy, all is mute.
Silent echoes of a heart's lament,
A symphony of grief, a soul's descent.
In the tapestry of sadness, threads entwine,
A poignant poem of a heart's decline.
Niceee btw what about flo? And are you writing about Zeara from instagram? Where are you writing it? I wanna read it sooo bad