
Moon and Saturn meet, a wounded plea. Abandonment’s fear, for all to see. Emotions freeze, a distant art. We seek a love, to mend the heart. Rejection’s shadow falls, a chilling trace. We build our walls, in empty space. Illusions rise, a tangled thread. We chase a love, that’s long since fled. We hold on tight, to what we miss. And find ourselves, in lonely bliss. Can we release, this aching dread? And find a love, that lies ahead? Or are we bound, to wander on? A melancholy soul, forever gone.
The mind’s a stage, where shadows play. And wounded hearts, lead us astray. We seek to grasp, a fleeting grace. To find our peace, in time and space. Yet every hold, it slips away. And leaves us lost, another day. Can we release the need to claim? And find a solace, beyond all blame? Or are we destined to remain? In this lonely, wounded pain.
The whispers of a troubled soul. Where fears of loss, take their control. We seek to find, a distant shore. And chase the echoes, evermore. Yet every quest, it leaves us bare. And fills our hearts, with deep despair. Can we find freedom, in the still? And break the chains, that bend our will? Or are we trapped, in endless night? A melancholy, fading light.
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