From the Start

From the start, I knew it wasn’t meant to be,

But my heart refused to listen and set itself free.

It yearned for your touch, your smile, your kiss,

While you remained oblivious to my love’s bliss.


Days turned to weeks, and weeks to years,

As I drowned in an ocean of unrequited tears.

My love for you never faded, never died,

But you remained indifferent, my heart’s pain amplified.


At this journey’s end, I finally perceive,

The truth my heart had long refused to believe.

From the start, it was destined not to be,

And now it’s time for my heart to set me free.

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