The sound of your voice makes my heart race
The wind in your hair makes me smile
The love that I see in your perfect eyes...
That I could go without for a while.
Because that voice is not for me,
That beauty is not mine,
and that love, that sweet love, is not my own.
It belongs to someone else.
Someone who could never love you like I do.
Someone who's love is not for you.
Someone who completes this triangle of love,
But rather than love, it's now hate.
For love without love is not love at all.... it is fate.
Fate to love with no love in return,
Fate to wish it were you he was holding
And fate to live with the knowledge of what could have been
The beauty of your love for him
the sad,sad ending to a sad, sad life
your love for him,
his love for her,
His love for us,
and our hate for the world.
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