He became her crying shoulder.
He became her shed and cover
He listened to her whining
Even if its annoying.
I thought, how can he even survive this
Getting all those pain and punches
She depends only on him
Doesn't want to stand by herself in a ground so grim
Days went by,
The two said goodbye.
On to their separate ways,
But still counted the days.
The bloke had his life,
While the girl had a knife.
As soon as he heard,
He rushed to the curb.
He found her there,
If only he didn't leave her
Life might lead them somewhere.
Days went by,
He only knows how to cry.
As he thinks about their literal goodbye.
In a hospital bed she lie.
He became her crying shoulder.
He became her shed and cover
He listened to those beeping,
Which he feels threat'ning.
And he can feel her fading.
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PoetryFeelings are poured, Imaginations are toured. Conversations that are meant, But the forbidden rule can't bent.
