IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH
In sickness and in health,
Nothing to tear us apart maybe death,
These words, These words
Means nothing these days,
Nothing at all,
Her family is breaking,
The sun is setting off,
She said its too heavy to take it,
She regrets why she met him,
No more laughters,
Just pain
The love dries
There is no rain
She said is done,
She cant take another mile,
She is broken and he is taken,
Her tears are falling and he has forgotten,
The last time they got into conversation,
She never thought love will one day make her olden,
In her own country she is a foreign.
Heart wounds,
Eyes bleeding tears,
Every tone of happiness disappears,
She knew how to start,
But not how to get there
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