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We never held hands 
On a Sunday morning calm and quiet But I feel the ghost of your fingers
 Curling into mine
 A warmth that never was,
 But won’t let go. We never danced
 In the hush of kitchen light,
 But I hear the soft hum
 Of laughter that never rose,
 See the sway of shadows 
That never moved. I mourn for a love
I never tasted,
 For stolen glances 
that were never mine,
 For a voice
 that never called me "home." I fell in love
 With a life that never existed Pages unwritten, Silence where our story
 should have been Dreams were brighter than reality And I was a sleep So tell me
 How should I grieve
 a love, That never touched the world, But wrecked me just the same?
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Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 5:56 AM UTC
Thoughts from an Alien
We never held hands 
On a Sunday morning calm and quiet But I feel the ghost of your fingers
 Curling into mine
 A warmth that never was,
 But won’t let go. We never danced
 In the hush of kitchen light,
 But I hear the soft hum
 Of laughter that never rose,
 See the sway of shadows 
That never moved. I mourn for a love
I never tasted,
 For stolen glances 
that were never mine,
 For a voice
 that never called me "home." I fell in love
 With a life that never existed Pages unwritten, Silence where our story
 should have been Dreams were brighter than reality And I was a sleep So tell me
 How should I grieve
 a love, That never touched the world, But wrecked me just the same?
#Love should have been locked in my heart forever. It was safe there. Now I don’t have tears left in my eyes# life should have ended long ago#
Achintha
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33/F/SL
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 5:56 AM UTC
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