In the shadows of our minds,
Where memories quietly sleep,
We weave a path to futures past,
Through dreams we dare to keep.
We marry echoes of old fears,
And shadows of old light,
A dance with ghosts who know too well
Our battles in the night.
Our hearts seek what was broken,
A puzzle piece once lost,
In lovers’ eyes, a mother’s gaze,
A father’s silence crossed.
We hope to mend what scarred us,
To rewrite the hurt and pain,
Yet in the arms of those we choose,
The past revives again.
Subconscious paths unwritten,
By hands we cannot see,
We walk the line of yesterday,
In search of what might be.
For every child inside us,
Still yearning to be whole,
We chase the love denied us,
To soothe the restless soul.
In lovers, we see fragments
Of faces once so near,
And in their eyes, a mirror
Reflects our deepest fear.
To fix what broke inside us,
We march to silent beats,
Hoping that through love’s labor,
Our hearts might find their peace.
But ghosts are not so easily
Laid to eternal rest,
And what we think we’re healing,
May be another test.
So we marry versions of our past,
In hopes that they can see,
The child who still is crying,
The adult yearning to be free.
In the end, we seek redemption,
A chance to mend the seams,
But the subconscious marches onward,
In the labyrinth of dreams.
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