Little did he know about
The tender corner in my heart,
A hidden garden just for him.
I feared breaking down once more,
But like autumn leaves,
I fell anyway.
Maybe this is what they call fate.
I usually don't care, but for him
I knew I would have moved mountains,
Crossed seas,
Done anything and everything possible.
Yet it seems like
My destiny is a glass house,
Destined to break, every single time.
And there I am left,
As a collector of shattered dreams,
Picking up the pieces, wondering
If my heart will ever be whole.
And as tears fall silently, I realize,
Love was never meant for me,
Leaving me in the darkness alone,
Like every time.
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