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Fractured Waltz

An African-American couple engaged in a tender waltz. The man, with a full beard, and the woman, with long curly black hair, are shown in close proximity, their facial expressions conveying deep connection. The upper half of their bodies is the focal point against a romantic pink to grey ombre background. The warm lighting accentuates their features and the woman's hair texture.

In shadows, my soul dwells,

Your touch, a tempest of emotion,

Words unleashed, a venomous swell,

My spirit caught in this dark ocean.

I strive to play my part,

Weighed down, chasing elusive dreams,

Love’s pursuit feels like fine art,

Yet reality crumbles at the seams.

Toxicity and love entwined,

A dance of anguish, tearing me apart,

Building you up, I’m undermined,

In this fractured dance, a broken heart.

Imperfections, we both bear,

Yet, I stand by your side,

Beck and call, burdens I wear,

In silence, my devotion can’t hide.

Words pierce the air like bullets,

Faith shattered with every blow,

In a room consumed by shadows,

Fading love in the undertow.

Bathroom corners, closet confines,

Where tears fall in solitude,

With my back turned, love declines,

In the echo of pain, hope subdued.

Against the tide, I strive to stand,

Resisting the allure of despair,

You, unknowingly, my heart command,

Inflicting wounds beyond repair.

For our children, I rise each day,

An anchor in this stormy sea,

Without them, I might fade away,

They’re the reason I fight to be free.

Your love, a feeble saving grace,

Yet, it renders me feeling crazy,

Tolerating you in this hazy space,

Longing for a soul rebuilt, less hazy.

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