Grief finds you,
your pen does softly weep.
Each word a tear,
each line a sorrow deep.
Through ink and paper,
pain finds its release.
It’s sad to know
it is just a fleeting peace.
Grief finds you,
your pen does softly weep.
Each word a tear,
each line a sorrow deep.
Through ink and paper,
pain finds its release.
It’s sad to know
it is just a fleeting peace.
In the realm of thoughts,
we used to dance,
A friendship woven
in intellectual prance.
Now in silence,
I recall our chatter,
Missing the depth,
the insightful banter.
At the circle of friendship
no need for romance,
Just two souls dancing
in a platonic trance.
In laughter and tears,
in silence and speech,
A bond that's sincere,
as wide as it's deep.
On the road, where sorrow
is my constant guide,
Not always alone,
but with pain at my side.
In life's journey,
where anguish can't hide,
With or without company,
it's a tear-streaked ride.
In the harmony of words,
our playlist takes flight,
My prose, your ideas,
a rhythm so right.
In the concert of creation,
each track tells a tale,
Together we weave stories,
in this lyrical trail.