There wanders a young lady
With chestnut hair
And porcelain skin as cold as ice
She always wore black
And gripped her chest at times
In pain, then continued on stoically
A respectful young man
Views her everyday
Walking back from the abandoned factory
Curious and curiouser he watched her
Holding her books, staring at the ground
Until she was out of sight for another day
One day, he waited for her
This day felt different
This day…he would speak to her
She arrived as predicted
He started toward her, determined
His heart pounding, words leaving him
She looked up and saw him
And clutched her chest in pain
Her books fell from her grasp
The boy sprinted to her aid
And held her in his arms
He implored, “What’s wrong?”
The girl replied with sharp breaths…
“My heart resides with another…
And he refuses to return it.”
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