“No matter how bad you want a person, if your hearts are in two different places, you’ll have to pass and move on.” ― Alexandra Elle
Not my man, though I once thought so,
In my heart, where dreams used to grow.
His smile, his touch, felt warm and true,
But his love wandered, far from view.
In the quiet chambers of my heart, a tale unfolds,
Of love once cherished, now in shards untold.
A man I thought was mine, but not to claim,
For his heart wandered far, seeking another’s name.
Not my man, though I held him close,
In dreams where passion bloomed like a rose.
Not my man, though his smile was mine to keep,
In moments tender, where promises leap.
In the silence of nights, I found my voice,
In the tears that fell, I made my choice.
To love myself as fiercely as before,
And find in solitude, a love to explore.
Not my man, but a love divine,
That whispers softly, “I am mine.”
In the echoes of what once was,
I found the courage to write new laws.
Not my man, though I held him near,
In moments sweet, so crystal clear.
His laughter echoed in the air,
Yet his heart belonged elsewhere.
I traced his steps in silence, in the echoes of his name,
But destiny’s cruel hand played a game of endless shame.
Not my man, though in my dreams, his love I did pursue,
In realms where love’s illusion fades, and truth breaks through.
He whispered words of solace, wrapped in silk and lace,
Yet his heart beat to a rhythm that led to another place.
Not my man, though in the tender hours of the night,
I yearned for his embrace, a flame too brief, too bright.
Not my man, despite the hopes I had,
In the silence, I felt so sad.
I wished for love that would stay,
But his heart chose another way.
Not my man, but I’ll find my own,
A true love, where seeds are sown.
In letting go, I set myself free,
To find a love meant just for me.
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