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.
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