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Something that he is not able to figure about himselfπ€.
In the realm of a fragile heart, our story unfolds,
A boy who, with love, his emotions he holds.
He saw Something, a beautiful soul, in despair,
Someone's heart shattered, burdened by the weight of care.
He vowed to mend, to lift Someone from the dark, to the brightest end,
To kindle hope's fire with an earnest spark.
He'd do anything to see someone's smile anew,
This emotions he felt, strong, pure, and true.
He dried someone's tears, he listened to someone's cries,
Offered his strength, with compassionate eyes.
Through sleepless nights, and endless talks,
He tried to mend what another had broken, Someone's heart or soul?
Yet as days passed, a shadow grew long,
Misunderstandings, a discordant song.
His good intentions, misconstrued and blamed,
The weight of Someone's sorrow, on his shoulders, named.
In his efforts to help, he became the foe,
Each act of kindness, painted in woe.
He watched in silence as someone drifted away,
The boy who'd always cared, was everytime kept at bay.
With a heavy heart, he walks a lonely road,
The story of Something he is not able to define, so painfully untold.
But in the depths of his soul, he finds the grace,
To wish someone the best, in every life's embrace.
The chapter somewhat closes, with bittersweet sigh,
A emotion that tried, but just couldn't fly.
Though his heart bears scars, he's found his way,
To feel for someone still, despite the price everytime he had to pay.
For in the end, he's learned that love's profound,
He gives it without expectation, without a sound.
He'll always carry someone's memories and remorse, though they part,
With a heavy heart, he wishes everyone the best, his eternal and never ending art.
Poet: He Himselfπ«Ά.