My weary fingers cannot move my pen

My weary fingers cannot move my pen, Memories trapped between now and then, a silent and mute echo. I write these words to tell our story, Unfinished songs burning in this journal of time. Shorelines and sunsets, laughter and hidden pains, Adorned with your warmth, now they haunt me in this silence. I torment the present, hoping to find meaning, To bring me closer to the light or consume my soul in darkness. Faster, my madness grows, slowly, the steps of time move, Now I am an obstacle gathering, it's time for the noose to tighten. Adorned with hope and sunrise, love brings tears in disguise. The truth is that a star always shines on a radiant night, Because it needs the dark to show its brilliance. Unfulfilled commitments, forgotten promises, I regret our meeting, a beautiful accident, I remember your words of love and heart, Rewriting this bitter story for a better beginning, a desired end. For in this melancholy, I seek a new meaning, A better ending, where love no longer hurts, Where memories are a balm, not a ghost of the past.