Or nor she knew,
that such hatred could be laced with such fiery flames of flickering love.
Or nor she noticed,
the crinkle at the edge of his eyes
when she set foot into his heavily hammering heart.
She didn't know
Her oblivion made it his purpose to love,
with a heart so tainted,
he could barely do it.
Love he means
He knows all too well
But she didn't know
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Oh why is she so foolishly oblivious?
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Rainy Days
Poetry// Komorebi // (n) sunlight that filters through the leaves of trees in a forest
