Waiting so long to find love,But only finding heart ache.
Maybe love does not exist,
Nothing but a fable or a myth.
Bed time stories told to us as children,
Living with false hope and high dreams,
Crushed by the sudden rush of reality,
That love is a lie.
Colored and wrapped in a red dye.
Making you believe that happiness is for eternity,
When its covered with the veil of uncertainty.
Love is a fleeting moment in time,
But heart ache and sorrow last forever.
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