We were a story never told,
A flame that died before it’s cold.
Not strangers, not quite meant to be—
Just “almost love” that ruined me.

We were a story that almost came true,
A love so deep, yet never knew.
You held my hand, then walked away,
And I still wait…
for yesterday.

He smiled at death, then walked alone,
For every breath that’s not his own.
The flag now sleeps upon his chest —
A hero gone, a nation blessed.

He held my hand, then held his gun,
Chose the war, and faced the sun.
I gave him love, he gave a fight—
Now I sleep cold, he sleeps in light.

She wore her pain behind a smile,
Held me close through every mile.
Her love—a light that never fades,
The quiet strength in all my days

I walk through fire, I stand through storm,
For love of land, my heart is warm.
If I’m no more, don’t say goodbye,
The flag will speak — I didn’t die.

I wear this uniform with pride,
But I left my heart where you reside.
Each bullet’s echo whispers your name,
In war and peace, love feels the same.
If I could hold you, just once more—
I’d fight no battles, I’d need no war.

I lost myself while loving you,
Forgot the things I used to do.
Now in the dark, I softly see—
I don’t miss you,
I just miss me.

His voice is gone, his letters fade,
But in my heart, he still has stayed.

You promised forever, then walked away,
Now memories haunt what words can’t say.
I smile in crowds, but break alone —
You were my heart… now I’m just stone.

You left,
and all I kept—
was your silence
where love once slept.

I smile like nothing’s ever wrong,
I laugh, I joke, I play along.
But deep inside where no one goes,
I miss you more
than anyone knows.

You moved on like it meant nothing new,
But I still smile when I think of you.
You forgot the love, the days, the song—
But I’ve been yours…
all along.

You held my hand, taught me to stand,
With silent love, a guiding hand.
Now I look up, and call your name —
But stars just shine… they’re not the same.

Your eyes are peace, your voice is grace,
A gentle world, a soft embrace.
Not just a love, not just a name —
With you, my heart became a flame.