It’s all about Giving

Le Meridien mornings, sunlight through the haze,

Whispers in the silence, a fleeting, golden phase.

Unsought reflections linger, like rain on desert sand,

Unsolicited feedback from a heart that couldn’t stand.

Pre-Chorus

And it’s all about giving, or so they used to say,

But in the dance of shadows, we gave ourselves away.

Chorus

Paradise weekends, where the echoes softly play,

An emotional detox, but the ghosts are here to stay.

Footsteps fading faster, as the memories lose their weight,

A love unspoken lingers, like a song we can’t translate.

Evenings wrapped in laughter, yet tethered to the past,

Conversations like a puzzle, every piece meant to last.

The moonlight held a secret, but it slipped beneath the tide,

A fleeting kind of magic that we couldn’t hope to hide.

Pre-Chorus

And it’s all about giving, a lesson we both knew,

But the balance felt uneven, as the hours bid adieu.

Chorus

Paradise weekends, where the echoes softly play,

An emotional detox, but the ghosts are here to stay.

Footsteps fading faster, as the memories lose their weight,

A love unspoken lingers, like a song we can’t translate.

Between the lines of silence, the truth began to bloom,

A love so vividly absent, it colored every room.

Yet through the fleeting moments, something still remains,

A melody of heartbreak, wrapped in soft refrains.

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Paradise weekends, where the echoes softly play,

An emotional detox, but the ghosts are here to stay.

Footsteps fading faster, as the memories lose their weight,

A love unspoken lingers, like a song we can’t translate.

Le Meridien mornings, sunlight fades to grey,

A masterpiece of longing, left unfinished in its way.

Unsought and unforgotten, the weekend drifts apart,

Leaving quiet scars behind, etched softly on the heart.