Story of Illness
Story of Illness
This heart,
Isn't big enough,
For the both of us.
A battle going on,
Between the souls,
Of the lovers who loved.
Crimson liquid,
Tainting the pure white,
Tainting the pure heart.
They tried.
They fought.
She tried.
She died.
Her heart,
Simply couldn't take,
The endless battle,
The endless illness,
The endless suffering.
Her heart,
Died and withered.
Just like it wanted.
Years passed,
And he stands,
In front of a stone,
With her heart engraved,
And said;
"You fought hard, but It was simply stronger"
And so he left,
And moved on.
Just like She would've wanted.
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