Our story ended before it could begin.
We both felt something special,
But life arrived with fear and ego to end it.
When the hell failed in torturing me,
It sent her into my life like love.
But when I truly wanted her,
She left me alone with pain.
Her silence hit me like a thunderstorm,
Her distance burned like a volcano.
Thoughts of her make my heart heavy,
And I sit quietly, bearing all within.
If there were ever a fight,
Between Me and my love for her,
I will happily choose to lose,
So my love for her stays alive.
The sad part is not in our past,
It is the present moment.
I still love her, even without her,
And I don't have a reason to explain why.
In the end, I loved her from my heart,
But she loved me when she felt like it.
My love was constant and true,
Hers changed with her moods.
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**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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