Letras
The floorboards creak beneath my weight
The clock ticks slow
It's getting late
A photograph
Cracked at the edge
A memory whispers from the ledge
Echoes in the glass
They call my name
Every shard a piece of blame
I chase the past
But it won't last
Just echoes in the glass
Sunlight bends through the curtain's fray
A dust trail dances where you'd lay
Your laughter's faint
A haunting sound
Like broken waves on hollow ground
And every time I reach to hold
The warmth turns back to cold
Echoes in the glass
They call my name
Every shard a piece of blame
I chase the past
But it won't last
Just echoes in the glass
Fingers trace the window's frost
Each line a map of what I lost
A ghost of love
It lingers near
But fades each time I draw it clear