One hundred meetings with you
didn’t matter to me once.
I was blissfully ignorant towards you.
Until one day, I began to see things anew.
One look into your hazel eyes,
And I fell in love
a love that would for a lifetime suffice.
One hug was all it took,
to put together my broken pieces
One harsh word was all it took,
To make me see you vices.
For I burnt day and night to make you realise,
it was okay to feel things, okay to embrace the sunrise.
However, I am out of fire, and your heart is still made of ice.
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