I feel your hand slip away,
Your silence speaks, but I’m still near.
The words we lost still find their stay,
Through tangled hearts, it's love we fear.
Are we holding on too tight?
Can we find what feels just right?
Tell me where love truly lives,
When it hides in broken lines.
Is it the way we forgive,
Or how we meet the quiet signs?
Your laughter lingers in the air,
But fades like a distant refrain.
Through every moment we still care,
Yet questions linger, sharp as rain.
Love’s a story we rewrite,
Falling forward, learning to bend.
It’s in the stillness of the night,
Where beginnings meet no end.
Do we make it whole again?
Will it bloom in what remains?
Tell me where love truly lives,
When it hides in broken lines.
Is it the way we forgive,
Or how we meet the quiet signs?
