#PuzzledLines

She became his weakness

his pain, his sorrow

his joy, his sunshine

the memory he holds tightly unto,

wishing each time he turned,

he would see tears in her eyes

but the further he walked,

he saw nothing but her hair swing loosely down her neck.

She walked off like she had never cared

and he held unto another hand

tightly yet hoping she would turn around

unfinished business of broken hearts

 

He left without a word

without a tear

but a single goodbye

and now he realises he has no normal pulse

his heartbeat is heard from a far like village drums

its now that he left his heart behind.

 

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