UNCLAIMED ECHOES

In the echoes of your whispers, I heard the words you spoke, "I wish to be the last," a promise gently broke. She, the canvas of your dreams, painted in hues divine, A masterpiece of beauty that, alas, will never be mine. I'm selfish, I confess, I can't let you slip away, Yet her name dances in the shadows, teasing night and day. She's pretty, she's beautiful, everything her specter looms, a love you can't ignore, But my love for you persists, tied in an eternal knot. Your friends, they jest and tease, with her name on their lips, A symphony of laughter as my wounded heart skips. I'm sinking deep in the ocean of unspoken pain, Yet my love for you persists, like a relentless rain.