melancholic

Loyalty’s Dance: A Romance Painted Bleak

In a realm where loyalty takes its stand,
A romance weaves a tale, both bleak and grand,
A melancholic song, heart’s mournful tune,
Let me craft a poem for Tiffany, the moon.

Tiffany, a name that echoes through the night,
A beacon of devotion, shining bright,
In loyalty’s embrace, she finds her grace,
A steadfast soul, with love’s eternal trace.

In fleeting moments, passion’s fire ignites,
Romance blossoms amidst the starry heights,
A love so pure, a tender serenade,
Where hearts entwined, their fears begin to fade.

But in the depths of shadows’ mournful art,
A melancholic strain pulls at the heart,
For love, at times, can be a fragile wisp,
Yet loyalty persists, a steady grip.

Through stormy seas and tempest’s swirling gale,
Tiffany remains, her loyalty won’t fail,
A lighthouse in the mist, her love holds true,
Guiding weary hearts, a beacon through and through.

Oh, melancholic song, that tells her tale,
Of love’s resilience, even when hearts ail,
Tiffany’s loyalty, a melody profound,
Echoing through time, an enduring sound.

So let us raise our voices to the sky,
In homage to a love that won’t deny,
The power of devotion, pure and strong,
Tiffany’s loyal heart, forever our song.

 

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The Absent of Loss: Family Will be Missed

In the realm where sorrow dwells,
Amidtst the ache that memory tells,
There lies a tale of love's refrain,
"The absent of Loss," a heartfelt
strain

Family dear souls, forever entwined
Their presence, a balm to hearts
inclined,
Yet fate, with its merciless twist,
Deems thier departure, an agonizing
tryst.

The void now looms, a vast expanse,
Echoing laughter and sweet romance,
Their voices silenced, no longer heard,
Leaving behind a melancholic chord.

Oh, family cherished, deeply adored,
Your absence leaves our spirits flored,
In every corner, your essence we trace,
But longing intensifies in your in your empty space.

Memories , like wispers, softly arise,
Weaving taales of love thst never dies,
Each smile, each touch, forever embraced,
In our souls, your presence froever encased.

Though stories shared and pictureheld,
In hearts united, bonds unparalleled,
Family's legacy, an eternal flame,
Igniting hope, despie the pain.

For love transcends the bounds of time, 
Guiding us forward, amdist life's climb,
In each passing day, we honor and find,
The beauty of fmaily, ever intetwined.

so, in he absence of their earthly
form,
Their spirits linger, through life's
storm,
And as we reminisce with misty eyes,
Family enures, never truly dies.

"The absent of Loss," a poignant plea,
To cherish kin with love's decree,
For though they're missed,
forevermore,
family's eessence, in our souls, will
soar

 

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The Double-Edged Curse

My personality, a blade of two sides,
An instrument of darkness, that never subsides,
With every pull, the wound it deepens,
The more I tug, the more my spirit weakens.

I try to sheath it, keep it confined,
But the blade emerges, a constant grind,
The more I push, the more it cuts,
And those around me, their blood it sucks.

I yearn to connect, to share my pain,
But the edges cut, leaving a bloody stain,
And those I care for, they feel the sorrow,
As I struggle with this blade, no tomorrow.

It’s a never-ending battle, a constant plight,
To keep the blade sheathed, away from the light,
To find a way to balance the scales,
And let my true self die, without leaving any trails.

For while the sword may bring harm,
It’s also a source of great alarm,
A curse, a burden, a darkness within,
A gift that I must learn to shun and win.

So I’ll keep on wielding, learning to cope,
With this double-edged sword, my only hope,
To find a way to let go of this pain,
And share my light, without leaving a stain.

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What Once Was

Poem request by London: She gave the first line.

What happened to the good times?
The sun once shone so bright,
Its golden rays a gentle rhyme
That chased away the night.

The flowers bloomed in brilliant hues,
Their petals soft and kind,
And every breeze that gently blew
Brought fragrant peace of mind.

The world was full of wondrous things,
Like birds that sang with glee,
And laughter, like a pair of wings,
Set our hearts and sprites free.

But now it seems the world has
changed,
The sun obscured by clouds,
The flowers wilted and deranged,
Their beauty lost in shrouds.

The birds no longer sing their songs,
Their melodies now hushed,
And laughter, once a source of
throngs,
Has turned to tears, so crushed.

Yet even in this darkest hour,
A glimmer still remains,
A memory of what once was dour,
And hope that it sustains.

For though the world may seem to
fade,
Its beauty still endures,
and light of love, we'll wade
Through times that feel unsure.
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Eternal Sentinel

Uneka calls out to Ishnol,
As he walks away, without control.
Leaving her behind, once again,
Without a word, or a thought to spend.

But then, she grabs him by the arm,
And he turns, with his eyes alarmed.
Black and white, with a Nordic sign,
A sight that makes her heart decline.

Ishnol speaks of immortality,
A curse that brings him agony,
Endless pain, and suffering,
A life that’s never-ending.

He’s seen things he wishes he hadn’t,
And his soul has been broken and battered.
He can’t be attached to anyone,
For they will die, while he lives on.

He’s been betrayed and held captive,
His gift a curse, that’s so massive.
Uneka tries to understand,
But he’s too broken to take her hand.

He tells her that immortality is a curse,
A fate worse than death, that’s adverse.
A reminder of one’s own insignificance,
In a universe that’s cruel and indifferent.

So Uneka learns from Ishnol’s pain,
And she’ll never see immortality the same.
For his words are a warning, a call,
To never seek what’s not worth it all.

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Complex Web

The lyrics I portrayed in a song are from Introverted by Zotiyac. The lyrics are at the bottom.

I hope for the best, but don’t believe it
Trust is hard, and I’m not easily deceived
I keep my distance from others, no regrets
For I know the pain that comes from making bets

She trusted me once, but now I don’t know
The reasons why we drifted, why we let it go
Memories of our love, still fresh in my head
But the motives that changed, are still left unsaid

Long nights, arguments, and making up
Moments of passion, but never enough
I held her close, when she cried her tears
My shoulder wet, with the weight of her fears

She loved me, but I can’t believe
For my heart, remains hard to retrieve
Affectless, in the face of her affection
A shield I wear, to protect my reflection

Relationships, they come and go
Trust, love, regret, and woe
A complex web, that we all must weave
To find the balance, that we can all believe.

[Lyrics]
"I don't believe it, but I hope the best 
I don't fuck with people, so I leave 'em without no regrеt 
She ain't have to trust me and shе did, but 
I don't know the rest 
Start off unconditional become a different motive next 
Long nights embedded in my head that 
I ain't gon' forget 
Argue 'til we fuck, you cancel work and now we overslept 
Member I would hold you when you cry, it got my shoulder wet 
She just wanna love me, don't believe her so it’s no affect"
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Surface Tension

Introverted, deep inside,
My struggles I cannot hide.
It ain’t personal, please don’t take,
I’m just reserved, my space I make.

I hope for the best, but don’t believe,
My trust issues, hard to relieve.
I don’t mess with people, no regret,
Long nights embedded, I won’t forget.

I fear a lonely death, it’s true,
No one left, just blackness, no clue.
Can’t smoke my life, just roll away,
Compassion lost, in disarray.

It ain’t you, don’t take the blame,
My issues mine, I’m not the same.
Pointed fingers, it’s not fair,
Counted on you, but you’re not there.

Surrounding aura, a daunting view,
Obstacles, seem insurmountable, true.
Trying to move forward, leave the past,
Covering scars with money, it won’t last.

Introverted, I am on the surface,
Trying to cope, with my purpose.
Deep down, I know I must strive,
To keep moving forward, and stay alive.

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