"When I First Met You"
It was the 12th of April. That day I saw your dazzling eyes for the first time. We were perfect strangers but my heart yearned to know more about you. Do you still remember me? I was just that girl who looked at you like I was gazing at the stars. But you looked at me like the darkness in the sky. But little did I know by that time that we fit perfectly to each other's broken pieces. The way you look at me, so deep and solemnly. It melts every inch of my burden. It sets me free.
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Saccharine Reality
PoetryNot all poems have rhymes. Not all roses have thorns. Love doesn't hurt all the time.
