xxviii. Albert
I stopped in my tracks
Blinked a couple of times
Flowers fell to the ground
My hands dropped to my side
The sun frowned at the sight
Of a man in front of her gate
Whom he used to always see
As he rises to light up the day
The birds hummed a lonely melody
Sympathizing with their sad buddy
They used to accompany his heart
In singing a lovely song for his honey
The flowers stopped their dance
As the wind ceased swaying them
They saw him cry a few times before
But never witnessed him this broken
His striking face was filled with remorse
His sad eyes broke their heart to pieces
Why, of all people, does it have to be him?
Why my brother, whom I love so dearly?
I hope it's not because of our resemblance
'Cause all he need right now is genuine love
I'd rather I take all the pain and suffering
I can take it as long as you're both happy.
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