Paper Hearts

A cycle of poems «Your Fragments of a Broken Heart»

We wrote our names in the stars, chasing dreams on the run, 
Every whispered promise felt like a loaded gun. 
With every touch, we ignited the night, 
But the flames turned to embers, fading out of sight. 

We built our world on paper hearts, 
Fragile and beautiful, but torn apart. 
Every laugh and tear, a delicate art, 
Now I’m left with shadows where you played your part. 

Paper hearts, drifting in the wind, 
Once so alive, now a story that’s pinned. 
We danced through the fire, but the ashes remain, 
A love that was vibrant, now lost in the rain. 
Paper hearts, crumpled and worn, 
Echoes of laughter in a silence so torn. 
We reached for forever, but fell from the start, 
Now I’m left holding these paper hearts. 

I remember the nights when we’d dream without fear, 
The way your eyes sparkled when I whispered near. 
But time played its hand, and the colors ran dry, 
Now I trace the outlines of a love that said goodbye. 

Every moment we shared, a fleeting embrace, 
Now I’m haunted by memories I can’t replace. 
We painted our dreams with colors so bright, 
But they faded to gray in the cold morning light. 

Paper hearts, drifting in the wind, 
Once so alive, now a story that’s pinned. 
We danced through the fire, but the ashes remain, 
A love that was vibrant, now lost in the rain. 
Paper hearts, crumpled and worn, 
Echoes of laughter in a silence so torn. 
We reached for forever, but fell from the start, 
Now I’m left holding these paper hearts. 

And I’ll carry your memory like a ghost in the dark, 
Searching for comfort in this broken arc. 
You were my passion, my light in the storm, 
But now I’m just wandering, forever forlorn. 

Paper hearts, drifting in the wind, 
Once so alive, now a story that’s pinned. 
We danced through the fire, but the ashes remain, 
A love that was vibrant, now lost in the rain. 
Paper hearts, crumpled and worn, 
Echoes of laughter in a silence so torn. 
We reached for forever, but fell from the start, 
Now I’m left holding these paper hearts. 

So here’s to the moments that slipped through our hands, 
To the love that was fierce but couldn’t withstand. 
With every tear falling like a work of art, 
I’m left with these memories and paper hearts.