We love the ones who never look our way,
Exalting them in dreams they’ll never know.
We long to fall asleep in their embrace,
And drown in tender feelings as they grow.

But pain grows deeper, sharper every day,
When reason cuts illusions into dust:
We’ll never live within the hearts that stray,
Whose only thoughts are those of love and lust.

I ask myself — since I drew my first breath —
Why has our God so hated us, so cold,
To shape such perfect moments in our heads,
Yet let us die before they can unfold?

He gave us dreams of warmth, of love’s delight,
Then told us: Tempt yourself, believe it’s true.
He made us yearn, and whisper in the night:
“She loves me, yes — and I love her too.”

We tell ourselves we're loved by beauty’s face,
That we belong to some imagined flame.
ntom touch, a kiss we can't replace —
And yet, we whisper love without a name.

We drift back to the life we tried to flee,
Return into the quiet, shapeless dark.
We try to **** the dream, to just let be —
But dreams remain, though torn and deeply scarred.

And till all breathing things draw final sighs,
Till silence claims the last of what we’ve known,
We’ll love the ones who never meet our eyes —
And crush the hearts that call us theirs alone