He left her alone to breakdown
With the vision he bore.
She held the keys to his foresight,
He held it up only to break her,
The burden he caused,
The burden he became.
She bore it all and it broke her
To death.
She stood strong but with cracks in her spine
It was a terrible experience to have him
Around, yet of no use.
He was his and his alone
Not for all because
He came to think of it,
"Who were they to him?"
It's is a world of loners
What you get you keep
Who cares if you share?
Be it your responsibility to do so,
You have a right not to.
He chose not to,
He looked good at her expense
He flourished as she drowned
With the water that he watered.
A/N: Being a loner should not make you lose sight of goodness. Loner or not, be good to others. Be responsible!
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