Tears that fall from a love that was never meant to be
It was a love that burned so bright, but quickly died A love that was never truly given a chance to thrive A love that was taken for granted,
Tears that fall from a love that was never meant to be
A heartache that lingers like a bitter memory
A love that once flourished, now a distant dream
A pain that cuts so deep, it makes one want to scream
It was a love that burned so bright, but quickly died
A love that was never truly given a chance to thrive
A love that was taken for granted, never to be seen
A love that was never meant to be, a love that was never meant to be
The emptiness that follows, a hollow sound
A love that was never truly found
The regret of what could have been, a love so pure
A love that was never meant to endure
So now the tears that fall, they fall like rain
From a love that was never meant to remain
A love that was never truly meant to be
A love that was lost, a love that was free.
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Sabih Ul Hassan
"If you look to others for fulfillment, you will never be fulfilled. If your happiness depends on money, you will never be happy with yourself. Be content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are.
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