Special Soul
He holds my name as a reason for his blush,
I wear his smile as my tiara.
He annoys like a little tom;
Still he makes sure that my tears won't fall.
He is my hangover;
But I am his insomnia.
We never confessed we love each other;
And still we are together.
Copyright © Harshitha Gn | Year Posted 2018
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