When someone asks, "How are you?"
You always answer that you're good.
Nobody stands by and makes sure about it,
Well, not that they even could.
You keep yourself restricted,
Both emotionally and in your outside form.
You don't show yourself truly to anyone,
This, you cannot reform.
But when that one person asked,
"Hello, how are you?"
And you played your usual trick,
That person actually stayed for you.
That person stayed, and asked again,
And told you to answer truthfully.
That person caught on to your true self,
And held on to you with earnest honesty.
That person got you, like no one else did,
That person unraveled your identity.
You think that person was fated to meet you,
It was both of yours' destiny.
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Harmony - A Collection of Poems
Poetryhello! this is just a place where I randomly post poems which I have authored. the poems' topic may range from anything, from being sad to happy to melancholy to lonely, everything. I hope you enjoy!
