The last beat
of her fragile heart.
It caused all his pain
to once again start.
Her shutting eyes
and very last breath.
"I never told you..."
With a trembing voice,
he said.
Holding her hand,
he begins to sob.
A short girl.
With short hair.
A short life.
It's not fair.
He never got to tell her.
And she'll
never know.
He loved her more than life.
But now she has to
go.
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Melancholy with a side of Misery (#Wattys2016)
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