if the heart shaped thing at first sight breaks up

She, falling in love before


and he, to depart without


a bye so good


darkened Her heart from red

to gray and further to black


it was as if death

cruel was he,

to take away Her, life

all Her, dreams

which were too great

was lost in the waves

of an ocean and never

was to found


he, travelled across

yet Her, anger on him,

vanished away with the thin air

flying away so far


She, was now burning

burning as fire

alone is She,

he, broke Her,

shadow and reality

yet She, still

searches within Her,

where She, is to be.



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