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My love for you burned for so long those embers set fire to my heart.

We never followed our hearts, maybe they could have brought us together. But as the years passed we were always close but never together, not really. You went off to follow your dreams, I never followed I always stayed. You always came back, but as our time is fading, this feels final, like this is the end. That we wont get this chance ever again. I never took that chance with you, but heres the thing I’ve still got time before you walk out that door and leave me. So if this is my last chance to love you, give me a sign, let me know that you feel something too because I don’t know if I can’t live with us being unfinished or a possibility that we could have always been more if only we had listened to our hearts. 

-my love for you burned for so long those embers set fire to my heart.//t.c

 

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Maybe I was never meant to fall in love

if it was a dream,

let me remember her

and the way we were

before i wake,

before reality sets in.

I can feel the ache in my chest,

my heart feels heavy.

it all felt so real.

to have a fate so cruel,

to never have known love,

always guarding your heart

to never let anyone in.

For a life without love

my heart feels empty.

so i beg

let me keep that safe,

that feeling.

just let me keep that memory of her,

just that one,

before i wake from this hopeless dream

before this fades,

before i forget

her love.

– maybe i was never meant to fall in love.//t.c

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All writers know how to bleed

There was a time and a place in which I never knew you.

It was simpler then, you were a dream,

a fantasy,

a distant memory in this writers heart.

I can’t go back to the time where I never knew you.

I can’t live in a world where you don’t love me.

But you don’t and that’s the world I’m in.

Things changed,

we moved on.

And I can’t live in this story forever.

I wish this was easy,

that stories like us, like this were just tragedies that you would read,

that they weren’t real life.

But this was our story. You left me,

broken and bleeding,

quite tragic really.

– all writers know how to bleed.//t.c