We met in the worst possible way,
Two hearts left broken, led astray.
You said, "You know what? Love isn’t real,
So let’s just start to play."
No longer was she the lover girl,
Who believed that love’s a twirl—
A dance, a whirlwind romance
No longer was he the gentleman,
Who buys you flowers, who takes your hand,
Someone who believes love’s something grand
Because they’ve both loved someone before,
Built a home, then closed the door,
Both left crying on the floor
So when they met,
They didn’t believe
That love was something they could give
So they just played—
There’s a spark, “It’ll just fade,” they said
Because they met each other in their worst state,
Not expecting love to find a way.
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC
We met in the worst possible way,
Two hearts left broken, led astray.
You said, "You know what? Love isn’t real,
So let’s just start to play."
No longer was she the lover girl,
Who believed that love’s a twirl—
A dance, a whirlwind romance
No longer was he the gentleman,
Who buys you flowers, who takes your hand,
Someone who believes love’s something grand
Because they’ve both loved someone before,
Built a home, then closed the door,
Both left crying on the floor
So when they met,
They didn’t believe
That love was something they could give
So they just played—
There’s a spark, “It’ll just fade,” they said
Because they met each other in their worst state,
Not expecting love to find a way.
Maybe in another life, we met differently. We weren’t both broken hearts who played with each other, but instead, friends turned to lovers. Maybe~
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