Him;He or in other words storm,
Days turn into night ,
Bud turns into a flower,
Summer turns into Winter,
Even I change from patient to stubborn,
But you never came ,
You went ; away from me ; from our love,
Throwing it in the trash with my heart,
It pains but at the same time stings,
But I will love you ,
Because my love towards you never dies ,
My Unrequited Love
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