Little was her appearance
More little that beating heart
Yet it carried burden so heavy
Even a bulky man will fall apart
Heart craved to speak then
Listening ears couldn't be found
It yearned to cry out loud
But she found solace in the corner when dark
You are hell strong,
So you withered the storm
But you are human too, super, but human
And we all need an outlet, only to listen
A shoulder to lean when it starts pouring
Don't trouble that tiny heart, set it free
Keep the memories intact
But never remove the soul from the beating thing
-SR.
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