Back to the day when you first saw me hiding-- holding my tears --in my favorite dim room. You cupped my face And tickled me with truth. Told that flowers really could bloom; Thorns were one part of growing from own roots. Noises were so used to deplete my inner bubbles; Mind was fond of getting crumbled. Deprived of calmness Shattered by bad hopes. Life was but an inescapable dreariness I hardly coped. Then, you came into the picture; You were breathily laughing Yet, sincerity was evident. Later did I realize we could happen. And we happened--a redirection to my life.
"Comfort mostly lies in the depth of the words written."