I wrote your name a thousand times, in quiet rooms, on empty lines. I dreamed of us on a hidden stage, while the world kept turning another page. And maybe that’s just life, some loves don’t stay, but they never die. Maybe this love was never meant to live, just a story I keep inside. Not every dream comes true, not every hand is held. Some are just memories, some are just songs… that never get sung. I watched the rain fall down the glass, and thought of the questions I couldn’t ask. If time was kind, if fate was near, maybe by now you would be here. And maybe it’s enough, to carry love in silence, without a touch. Maybe this love was never meant to live, just a story I keep inside. Not every dream comes true, not every hand is held. Some are just memories, some are just songs… that never get sung. If you ever wonder if you were seen— you were. If you ever wonder if you were loved— you were. I carried you in every quiet hour, I traced you in every line. You were the song… I never got to sing. Maybe this love was never meant to live, but it gave me something real to feel. Not every story finds its end, not every broken heart can mend. But in the silence, in the dark, you’ll always be the missing spark. Maybe this love was never meant to live, just a story I keep inside. And if you hear a voice someday, a quiet echo on the way… it’s me, singing the song I never sang. …a song I never sang… …a song I never sang… …but it was always you. © 2026 Lunarbaby. All Rights Reserved.
