Once a heart that beat for him,
Is now made of stone.
Once who was all about hotdogs and ham,
Is now skin and bone.
Once with a spring in her step,
She's limping now.
Once a girl well-kept,
She's shredded now.
She's still living:
Her breaths shallow
And her pulse faint.
She'll live;
She's better now.
All she wanted was to sync to his heartbeat,
And now his name is carved in stone.
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PoetryI'll be entertaining y'all while playing with words. Rest assured you won't leave without an impression. Sit back and enjoy!
