Question

They told me love was pure, a fire bright,
But what’s a spark when darkness swallows light?
A promise made, a heart that bends—
It’s not the start, but how it ends.

They whispered softly, hearts entwined,
But only ghosts within their minds.
A touch that’s fleeting, words that fade,
In empty halls, the price is paid.

Love is a mask we wear too long,
A chorus sung in whispered song.
We reach for truth, but it slips through—
A lie so sweet, we never knew.

So here’s the truth I’ve come to see:
Love is a game, a fantasy.
We chase its shadow, blind, deceived,
And in the end, we’re left bereaved.

Answer 1

i like it, good poem!

Answer 2

Nice

Answer 3

so sigma

Answer 4

mhm

Answer 5

WW

Answer 6

this has a lot of meaning to it and speaks for itself. I love it !!

Answer 7

I like it very much W Poem

Answer 8

Nice poem! It has so much emotion and meaning to it.

Answer 9

GG on the poem

Answer 10

this is very nice ngl it actually amazing fr keep on making them

Answer 11

fire

Answer 12

its soo goodddd