The mighty heart has finally gone weak,
Vulnerable, and guard has been lowered.
Ready and thrilled yet
Nervous to try.
Disappointed, she'd be,
As the one she adores has fallen
To the person who wasn't she.
She tried,
He accepted.
But no love has been returned.
She's draining,
He's filling.
The love he has was poured not to her.
She continued,
But he stopped.
She still continued,
But he stopped her.
Perhaps her love was so massive
So he refused to carry it.
And her thoughts, "Maybe if I were her..."
She paused,
Then continued it to the other world she's found.
