Heart Of Stone

Poem

He was the One, once, she said.
Eleven years through good and bad.
As a flower, blossoming and fading.
Restless was his heart in the heavy day,
The girl he died for said: I’m leaving!

Oh, how bitter the taste it was,
From that day, she left with a rose.

Seconds were seasons, endless
The life was dark, gray and senseless
One who loved once was now gone
Nothing left there but a heart of stone
Every day and night- just the same doom!

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