In the depths of my soul, I weave webs of dreams, where silence whispers forgotten stories
In the depths of my soul, I weave webs of dreams, where silence whispers forgotten stories,
I try to sew the past with threads of stars, but you always find ways to my heart.
I see you clearly, even when the light of my eyelids fades, and the world slowly disappears,
For you live in the corners of my reflections, in eyes that throb like the shadows of a dream.
In the way I doubt compliments, like flowers that refuse to bloom,
And I flinch when the wind changes its tone, as if storms carry old memories.
A cold word, a gaze like winter, and suddenly I become the child lost in the snow,
Apologizing to the stars for existing, wearing shame like a veil of shadow.
Your voice echoes in places where echoes should no longer have power, yet it still lives,
My thoughts sometimes carry your accent, a painful and ever-present rhythm.
You taught me to disappear into the light, even when shadows embrace me tight and mercilessly,
How to hate myself before the world has a chance to plant seeds of doubt.
I keep your traces like a cloak of mist that fits me perfectly, yet is unwanted,
My skin feels like a borrowed dream, every feature reminding me of you.
And I hate the way your shadow still dances through me, when all I wanted was to be free,
So I avoid the mirror, not out of vanity, but because I'm haunted by the faces of the past.
And I don't know what's more painful, to see you in me or not knowing where I end and you begin.
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Dan Enache
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