She walked slowly, beating time every time;
Whenever he thought she would be gone,
He always found her before the line.

A line she mentioned about,
That if she’d cross she will never come back;
He always thought she would cross, but she stayed.
Oh! her bad.

He found her there always, but was never wise enough to understand;
That she walked slowly on purpose, making her feet heavier with his love,
So he would hold her hand.

Hold her hand before she goes to never return;
So she would help him retain every wee bit of his pride,
Over the time that he earned.

She cried, she tried, she gave up her world, to be by his side.
He saw glitter in her eyes when there were tears;
Oh, this girl! As beautiful as the moon, started to wear.

But he was so unaware, sailing in the tide of his pride;
He failed to notice when this beautiful moon began to hide.

Started to hide, in a hole dug so deep inside;
There she buried his treachery,
To never let the storms, come to their side.

His chest puffed with pride,
To see her by his side;
And the man who floated like cloud and beamed with joy,
Inside of him, now something is destroyed.

It took him real long to feel that way;
This was the first time she wasn’t up before him,
Until this day.

A flashback started and he began to cry;
For now, he knows, how much she tried.

Tried to be by his side, tried to make him smile;
While he kept himself busy in buying her diamonds,
Making their love blind!

For now, he is left with the fragments of her heart, in every corner of the room,
Now he knows what made this house of bricks and cement a home.

Shattered he sat!
All alone with her fragments,
Wishing he could bring her back and remove from her heart,
This dust of detachment.

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