And he was treated with care.
Deep inside, he was scared.
She was loving, living life
And he thought her as his wife.
But his life was an illusion.
As he messed up in conclusion.
Broken puzzle pieces,
Never will they meet their kisses.
And his golden, brightened heart
Tainted black and purple art.
And he feel his life gets thinner
As he made the flower wither.
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 1:34 PM UTC
And he was treated with care.
Deep inside, he was scared.
She was loving, living life
And he thought her as his wife.
But his life was an illusion.
As he messed up in conclusion.
Broken puzzle pieces,
Never will they meet their kisses.
And his golden, brightened heart
Tainted black and purple art.
And he feel his life gets thinner
As he made the flower wither.
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