THE COST OF LOVE
He wandered through his days with pockets empty, bare,
His heart full of hope, but weighed down by despair.
He stole from those he loved, their cherished things to sell,
Hoping that his dreams would somehow turn out well.
Desperation led him down a darker, risky path,
From shops and clubs he took, escaping from his wrath.
His soul was lost in shadows, seeking gold to give,
Yet he still clung to the hope that she might truly live.
One night he tried his luck within a bank so cold,
Thinking wealth would win her heart and break his troubles' hold.
But fate had other plans, a bullet cut him down,
His life was lost in vain, his dreams laid cold and brown.
In the same cruel week, she found another's arms,
As if he’d never been, erased without alarms.
His hopes were buried deep, his love now far away,
While she moved on with a smile, his story left to fray.
Now shadows hold his form, a price too steep to pay,
His love turned to ashes, lost and swept away.
And she goes on with joy, without a single care,
While he remains a ghost, in darkness unaware.
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