kontroverza

I lit the night with borrowed stars,
You swore forever wasn’t far.
But silence fell, a closing door,
You left me talking to the floor.

I checked my phone a thousand times,
No reason why, no subtle signs.
Just empty air where you should be,
A ghost that used to sing with me.

I dressed my hope in fragile lace,
You vanished—didn’t leave a trace.
Now echoes haunt the songs I play,
A love that slipped like light away.

So here I stand, my heart’s refrain,
A melody of shattered rain.
You taught me loss can sound like art
But silence is the loudest part.