Heartbroken Ballad

In the silence of my room, I hear the echo of your goodbye,

The shadows whisper of a love that was meant to fly.

Every picture, every word, a fragment of our story,

Now nothing but a memory, in its bittersweet glory.

This is my heartbroken ballad, a melody of the tears I've cried,

A symphony of the love we had, and the dreams that died.

In the stillness of the night, under the pale moonlight,

I'm singing my heartbroken ballad, with all of my might.

Your scent lingers in the air, like a ghost of your embrace,

In every corner of my heart, I still see your face.