As 2024 quietly starts,
I carry shards of broken hearts.
The dreams we built now drift away,
Yet love still lingers in the fray.
The nights are cold, the silence loud,
Memories hang like a heavy shroud.
But even in this endless ache,
I search for strength, though I may break.
Perhaps this year will mend the scars,
Or guide me home beneath the stars.
For even in the deepest pain,
The soul will rise to love again.
I carry shards of broken hearts.
The dreams we built now drift away,
Yet love still lingers in the fray.
The nights are cold, the silence loud,
Memories hang like a heavy shroud.
But even in this endless ache,
I search for strength, though I may break.
Perhaps this year will mend the scars,
Or guide me home beneath the stars.
For even in the deepest pain,
The soul will rise to love again.