Poetry to the beat of her soul
The heart, so pure, is growing old
My darling, he said, forever and after
I'll be by your side to encourage laughter

She couldn't reply, I'm sorry to say
For a new born holds life and a new day
The sickness that bore more than the soul
Is preventing her from growing old

Her handwriting sang the saddest of songs
It just wasn't allowed to right her wrongs
Truth be told, the secrets will scare
She said bones are pretty, even to bare

Ten years passing and I'm still waiting
The path "God" chose for me is still debating
It's a mockery of suicide, I'm willing to admire
But how far will one go to pursue one's desire?
 
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