Some love stories don’t start with a ‘hello’
they simply pick up from where the last heartbeat left off.

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My last act of love will be letting you walk away into the life you deserve,
even if it burns me alive knowing that your forever won’t be in my arms.
But if love means setting you free,
then let me be the fire that lights your path
even if I turn to ash watching you glow for someone else.

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They said, "Looks don’t matter,"
but I’ve seen how eyes choose before ears listen
how beauty gets the first chance,
and the rest of us learn to make our souls glow
so someone might notice the light
they never cared to see.

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And in the night,
when you're looking into the dark
with your sad eyes and tired heart,
thinking of all the battles you've won,
remembering how you survived them all
my arms will find you.

I’ll pull you into me,
letting the weight of the world
slip from your shoulders
as your head rests against my chest,
so you can hear the steady beat
that has been calling your name
since the day it first knew you existed.

I’ll kiss the corners of those weary eyes,
brush away the storms they’ve seen,
and hold you so close
that every crack in your soul
feels stitched together
by the warmth of my love.

And in that quiet, I’ll whisper the truth
that you are my favorite miracle,
my sweetest dream,
and the most magical thing ever written
into the story of my life.

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Like the moon follows the tides,
like roots follow the pull of earth,
like a shadow clings to its form,
I will follow you
through storms and silences,
through every breath you take,
through lifetimes yet to come…
until even forever feels too short.
And if forever ends,
I’ll still be there…
probably rattling chains by your bed,
just to see you smile in the dark.

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Some games are meant to be unfinished,
especially when the heart is playing.

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Some nights I don’t cry
I just bleed in ink,
because paper never interrupts,
and it always lets me break quietly.

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Some people love you
only when the sky is falling…
but never once think
to hold your hand,
when the stars are out.

Even after the world taught me!
how not to care,
I still choose to be rain
falling for deserts,
knowing they will never bloom for me.

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I watered every soul I met,
thinking kindness would make
flowers bloom.
But some hearts are deserts,
and mine kept wilting under their sun.
Still, I loved like rain
falling quietly, softly, hopelessly
even for those who never once looked up to see the sky was trying for them.

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She walks in draped in midnight’s hue,
and I’m caught in the spell only she can brew.
She’s a wild flame, not meant to be tamed,
yet every glance calls out my name.

With each curve, she dares my will,
a silent challenge I’m eager to fill.
She lights the fire that roars in my chest,
and I burn helpless yet feeling blessed.

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