And one day you happened to me.
The scars that left behind,
unsaid pain in your mind,
And the guilty eyes would speak more.
Being in grief seeing you in pain
with each untold story again,
Everytime my shattered heart
would be screaming to fade.
Seeing you standing like a lost kid
in an unknown path with forbid,
I decided to hold your hand.
Wipe your tears.
Embrace your flaws.
It's not destined, It's not complete.
It is just perfectly imperfect!
- Pooja Jayaprakash
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