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Glass & Green



She knew way too well
About love, boys, and friends
What she doesn't know was 
That she can found it all in one form
Slipped into someone least expected 
When the time is far from right 
And yet, she tried 

He understands feelings 
Towards things he cherish 
A well spent time full of comfortable silence, 
easy laughs, undisguised intention 
And yet, he found something way bigger 

Not until the end of something big when both of them realized that the only love & feeling they chase after has come in the form of each other 
And then they fell, into a deserted well 
Where everything they found made perfect sense 

With a tall cup of iced coffee, 
She uncovered her wounds, he bare himself to the bones 
On a thousand arguments, 
They walked hand in hand 
He fell for the kindness, she melted because of the effort 

Through a clear glass in sight, they can see that 
Love is not only pretty 
It also needs pure honesty 
With a big window aside, they can feel that 
Love is neither pink nor blue 
Love is green, which will always grow — 
From here, to many uncounted year


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